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John Keats. Ode to a nightingale ( excerpt ). 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 seems it rich to die,
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John Keats Odeto a nightingale (excerpt)
Darkling I listen; and formany a time I havebeenhalf in lovewitheasefulDeath, Calledhimsoftnames in many a musedrhyme, Totakeintothe air my quietbreath; Now more thaneverseemsitrichto die, Toceaseuponthemidnightwith no pain, Whilethou art pouringforththysoulabroad In suchecstasy! Stillwouldstthousing, and I haveears in vain – Tothyhighrequiembecome a sod. (stanza 6 of thepoem)