...die ; it is what he felt while he was listening to the nightingale once, and I suppose in the dark. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half i» love with easeful Death, — Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air...

...time, I bare been half in lore with (useful Death, Caird him to/t names in many a muted rhyme To late into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon tho midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an cestacy 1 Still...

...which take a deeper pathos when we remember that the writer was then actually on the eve of death : — Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been...Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, Still would'st tliou sing, and I have ears ia vair. — To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast...

...child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunts of flies on summer eves. vi. ' Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever...

...; And mid-day's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen, and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death,i Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more...

...And mid-Hay's eldest child, • The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half hi love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mus&d rhyme, To tnke into the air my quiet...

...a time, 1 have been half in love with easeful Death,1 Called him soft names in many a mused rhjme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To seize upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy...

...eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of bees on summer eve». Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever...

...eves. Darkling I listen, and, for many a time, 1 have been half in love with easeful Death,1 Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into...breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To seize upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an eestasy...

...; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever...