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" 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... "
An English Anthology of Prose and Poetry, Shewing the Main Stream of English ... - หน้า 706
โดย Sir Henry John Newbolt - 1922 - 1011 หน้า
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, เล่มที่ 34

1820 - 646 หน้า
...pale, and spectre-thin, and dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow \nd leaden-eyed despairs. The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient...hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. ' p. 108-11 1. We must close our extracts with the following...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, เล่มที่ 86

1820 - 606 หน้า
...eldest child, The coming musk-iosc, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of aies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time, I have been...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm M magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn, pp. 108—111....

The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J ..., เล่มที่ 1

Cabinet - 1824 - 440 หน้า
...ecstacy ! Still would'st 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...hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. VIII. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back...

The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports ...

William Hone - 1827 - 858 หน้า
...Г. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn !...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 หน้า
...many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; [die, Now more than ever seems it rich to To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art...amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., เล่มที่ 1

William Hone - 1837 - 874 หน้า
...requiem become a sod. r. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread Ihee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn !...

The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of ..., เล่มที่ 2

William Hone - 1837 - 936 หน้า
...7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn !...

The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats - 1841 - 254 หน้า
...more than ever seems it rich to die, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —...lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell f$, To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed...

Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

1842 - 480 หน้า
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain...hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, iu fairy land forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee...

Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

1842 - 504 หน้า
...cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstacy! Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm' il magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy land forlorn. Forlorn ! the...




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