...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...

...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...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....

...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...

...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—...

...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...

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...Г. 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...hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from...

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...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...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...