...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...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic...

...love-poet's most perfect rhythm was mingled with its notes as he listened to the song, — ' Thou wert not born for death, Immortal Bird, No hungry generations tread thee down.' Amongst the ripples of every stream he caught echoes of Wordsworth's river sonnets, and whether alone,...

...Still wonltlit thou sing, and I have ears in vain-— . i <. ' To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry...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...

...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm M magic...

...ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have eats in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! ,.„, ' No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I heat this passing night, was heard In ancient days by çmperor and clow» : Perhaps the self-same song...

...high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! 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...

...ecstasy ! Still wonldst thou siug, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry...; 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 Through the sad heart...

...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...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic...

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