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! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. The Poetical Works of John Keats - Página 200de John Keats - 1841 - 240 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
| Phyllis Shand Allfrey - 1997 - 220 páginas
...to Helmut (he's my husband), and once I read to him the Nightingale poem, where it says, 'thou wert not born for death, immortal bird, no hungry generations tread thee down'. . . And Helmut asked me, laughing, 'Now why did you say thou wert not born for death immortal boy?... | |
| Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 páginas
...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 requiem become a sod. VII Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I... | |
| Guinn Batten - 1998 - 326 páginas
...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 requiem become a sod.H If the poetic performative restored the melancholic Wordsworth and even the dejected Coleridge... | |
| William Harmon - 1998 - 386 páginas
...midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still vvouldst 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 I... | |
| Eric L. Haralson, John Hollander - 1998 - 598 páginas
...strategy of Keats's ode. The living equivalent of his Grecian urn, Keats's nightingale transcends time: "The voice I hear this passing night was heard / In ancient days." Tuckerman's ode treats his cricket in a similar fashion: "So wert thou loved in that old graceful time... | |
| Andrew Motion - 1999 - 702 páginas
...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 requiem become a sod. As Keats contemplates quitting the world altogether, his grief about the loss of its mixed blessings... | |
| Jack Stillinger - 1999 - 199 páginas
...ecstasy! The richness of this thought is immediately nullified by the realism of mortal extinction: "Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — / To thy high requiem become a sod." Consider the fourth stanza of Ode on a Grecian Urn: a lovingly described procession of townspeople... | |
| Aldous Huxley, David Bradshaw, James Sexton - 2000 - 140 páginas
...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 requiem become a sod. LIDGATE: I say, that's wonderful. May I just look? (Takes the book from BARMBY.J "Now more than ever... | |
| Thomas McFarland - 2000 - 268 páginas
...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 requiem become a sod.~7 Keats's actual death, in cruel and bitter irony, was anything but a ceasing upon the midnight... | |
| Pia-Elisabeth Leuschner - 2000 - 286 páginas
...But [...] guess each sweet [...]" („Ode to the Nightingale" (Anm. 667) v. 41 und 43). Ebd.: „Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! / No hungry generations tread thee down; [...]" (v. 61 f). ' Vgl. auch Fry: „[...] the echo of a word already spoken, reduces words from signs... | |
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