 | Martin Middeke, Werner Huber - 1999 - 248 pages
...Nightingale," for instance, dismantle the merely temporary soothing the imagination is able to bring about: "Forlorn! the very word is like a bell / To toll me...Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well / As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf." (Poetical Works, ed. H. W. Garrod [Oxford: Oxford UP, 1986], 209). Similarly... | |
 | Michael Clark - 2000 - 272 pages
...heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam...! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do. deceiving ell. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the... | |
 | Thomas McFarland - 2000 - 268 pages
...penultimate stanza become more insistent, and more serious for the poem's quality, in the final stanza: Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back...self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! Adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the... | |
 | Pia-Elisabeth Leuschner - 2000 - 286 pages
...same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements [...] [...] in faery lands forlorn. VIII. Forlom! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from...self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. (Ode to a Nightingale, v. 63-74) Beim zweiten Auftreten des forlorn nach... | |
 | John Koethe - 2000 - 132 pages
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 | Frances Mayes - 2001 - 548 pages
...tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn!...Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled... | |
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As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:... 
