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...inadequacy of such an estimate will be apparent at once. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice...corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casement*, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. That is not the sort of poetry...

...mounch'd and mounch'd. 'Give me,' quoth I. 'Aroint thec, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries. Or Keats: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through...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. Or Coleridge's...

...ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod. VII 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. VIII Forlorn!...

...understood as representing a portion of the Tilling' process: Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I...found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; POETRY, KNOWLEDGE, AND METAPHOR 85 If now we...

...have ears 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...clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path 在溫罄的幽暗裏， 我只能猜想 這個峙令該把哪種芬芳 賦于這果樹， 林莽，...

...realization is restrained almost voluptuously and only gradually permitted to infiltrate awareness: 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. (63-70) The...

...have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod. VII Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I...Perhaps the selfsame song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth,5 when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times...

...tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: 65 Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through...amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm' d magic casements, opening on the foam 70 Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8 Forlorn!...

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