 Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick...  The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900 - Page 708edited by - 1902 - 1084 pagesFull view - About this book
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 pages
...ways. Darkling, I listen ; and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death; Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into...In ancient days, by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self- same song, that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pages
...! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry...Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of lluth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - American literature - 1857 - 374 pages
...summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttimes bath Charmed magic casements,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 436 pages
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such au eestasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—-...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 426 pages
...pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vainTo thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements,... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 pages
...eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid May's eldest child, The coming musk -rose full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 644 pages
...and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover' d up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming...down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of liuth, when, sick for home. She... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 642 pages
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring "forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To...down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard Perhaps the self-same song that found a palh Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - Electronic journals - 1883 - 826 pages
...Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, Still would'st tliou sing, and I have ears ia vair. — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick fcr hone, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttimes hath Charmed magic casements,... | |
 | William Allingham - English poetry - 1860 - 316 pages
...1 Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry...that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements... | |
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