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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century - Page 127
edited by - 1857 - 398 pages
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Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. Bowman

Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pages
...upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad, In such an ecstasy ! 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 generations tread thee down ; The voice...
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The National Review, Volume 3

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - Periodicals - 1856 - 512 pages
...rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod." In such an ecstasy. —with the conclusion of the " Ode to the Skylark"•!— " Yet if we could scorn...
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The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats - 1856 - 326 pages
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high reoniiem become a sod. 7Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee...
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Works ...

Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 pages
...with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an cestacy 1 Still wonldst thoa sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou watt not born for death, immortal bird t ffo hungry generationt tread then down : The roice I hear...
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The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Volume 2

William Hone - 1859 - 880 pages
...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. r. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and cluwn : Perhaps the self-same song...
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The Cornhill Magazine

William Makepeace Thackeray - Electronic journals - 1910 - 914 pages
...the all-destroyer, throws not a hand.' Keats, too, plays with the thought in his famous ode : Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry...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 tears...
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THE NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

William Harrison ainsworth - 1860 - 516 pages
...the Power of Sound. • Ibid. Miscellaneous Sonnets, VI. Italy, "The Felucca." The Dead Eagle. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I Lear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song...
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Poets of England and America; being selections from the best authors of both ...

England - English poetry - 1860 - 532 pages
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an cestacy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become« sod. vn. Thou was not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice...
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A Compendious History of English Literature, and of the English ..., Volume 2

George Lillie Craik - English language - 1861 - 580 pages
...seize upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain...by emperor and clown ; Perhaps the self-same song hath found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language

English poetry - 1890 - 366 pages
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —...No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song...
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