 Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!  Spirit of the English Magazines - Page 4411821Full view - About this book
 | Laura Valentine - 1880 - 634 pages
...eldest child, Thecoming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death, [rhyme, Called him soft names in many a mused To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 pages
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. son Call«! hirn soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now, more than... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 pages
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summet eves. in romance, assist their knight — Present the spear and arm him for the fight. He Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now, more than... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 pages
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flics on summer eves. e open threw. And now, as he went bowing down His reeking iu love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a musdd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1882 - 460 pages
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen, and for many a time I have been...with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a musfed rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath. Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 pages
...of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flics on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and, for many a timo and shock, 'Tis tho air my quiet breath ; Now moro than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon tho midnight with... | |
 | Edward Moxon (and co.) - 1882 - 580 pages
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever... | |
 | Louise Cripps Samoiloff - 1997 - 244 pages
...full, she felt, as hers had never been— never even during those easy years when her father was alive. Darkling, I listen: and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death. He seemed to be saying: I am getting old and death will overtake me not so long from now. But I am... | |
 | William Gerber - 1997 - 252 pages
...them...,[Feeble's words]." On the possible attractiveness of death, John Keats confessed: (783) . . .many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme. Life's general role and meaning have been expounded from... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 pages
...eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. VI Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever... | |
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