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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 sick... "
The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports ... - Trang 253
bởi William Hone - 1827
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Tập 34

1820 - 646 trang
...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 days...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. ' p. 108-11...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Tập 86

1820 - 606 trang
...sod. 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...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 Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The ..., Tập 7

1820 - 596 trang
...thee down; The voice I heat this passing night, was heard In ancient days by çmperor and clow» : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through...tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times bath Cbarm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery binds forlorn, pp. 108—...

The Indicator, Tập 1

Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 trang
...sod. 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...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, siek for Imme, Ste ttood in tears amid the alien corn ; The sume that oft-times hath Charm'd magic...

Spirit of the English Magazines, Tập 10

1821 - 488 trang
...! No hungry generations teead thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In antient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Tbro' the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the aiien corn ; The rsme...

Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

1823 - 400 trang
...! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In antient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick forbome, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements,...

The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Tập 1

Cabinet - 1824 - 440 trang
...VII. 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...amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. VIII. Forlorn...

Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the ..., Tập 1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 trang
...sod. 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...and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., Tập 2

William Hone - 1830 - 868 trang
...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. 7. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird I No hungry...days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same sons that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid...

Abaddon, the Spirit of Destruction: And Other Poems

Sumner Lincoln Fairfield - 1830 - 172 trang
...wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I heard 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 for home, She stood in tears...




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