...name. Not her own; Death with a capital D. She could think of a dozen poems on death right now. . . .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 rny quiet breath; Now more than ever...

...toward the door. He stopped closer to the door and Edward, away from Dolph, but turned to the big man. " 'Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been...Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme.' " "Are you threatening me?" Dolph asked, in a voice gone cold. "Not you," I said. "I don't think he...

...you know about death?" I tell him I've read Ode to a Nightingale for school, and when John Keats says "Many a time I have been half in love with easeful death" and "Now more than ever it seems rich to die," I take it that he means he actually sees his fortune...

...like a bell / To toll me back from thee to my sole self!'" says Beatrice. "Remember the other bit? '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.'" "The very thing! Good woman." "Keats, Lily." "That's...