Philomela : Matthew Arnold : : Bird Poems : :

Philomela : : By Matthew Arnold : : Hark! ah, the nightingale—The tawny-throated!Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst!What triumph! hark!—what pain! O wanderer from a Grecian shore,Still, after many years, in distant lands,Still nourishing in thy bewilder’d brainThat wild, unquench’d, deep-sunken, old-world pain— Say, will it never heal?And can this fragrant lawnWith itsContinue reading “Philomela : Matthew Arnold : : Bird Poems : :”

Ode To A Nightingale : John Keats : : Bird Poems : :

Ode to a Nightingale : : By John Keats ( 1795 – 1821 ) My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being tooContinue reading “Ode To A Nightingale : John Keats : : Bird Poems : :”

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