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...high requiem become a sod ! Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night, was...In ancient days, by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self- same song, that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in...

...high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was...stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn....

...high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down : The voice I hear this passing night was...stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn....

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...lark can scarce shake out the notes for joy " of his matin hymn; the nightingale repeats "perchance the self-same song that found a path through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home she stood in tears amid the alien corn ;" and loud, and long, and lovingly she lingers...

...r. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 1 hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and cluwn : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for...

...requiem become a sod. VII. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was...stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn....

...high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was...stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that ofttimes hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the fo:im Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn....

...Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I Lear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor...that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn.* Shelley is another poet-laureate of this queen...