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 Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany - 313 ÆäÀÌÁö1820Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼ Á¤º¸
 | 1820 - 668 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820
...thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wonltlit thou sing, and I have ears in vain-— . i <. ' To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born...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... | |
 | 1820 - 596 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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—... | |
 | 1821 - 488 ÆäÀÌÁö
...! 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... | |
 | 1823 - 400 ÆäÀÌÁö
...! 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,... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 ÆäÀÌÁö
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 | William Hone - 1826
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 ÆäÀÌÁö
...¬¤. 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 !... | |
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