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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