Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:Īnd haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes
#PLAY NIGHTINGALE FULL#
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Here, where men sit and hear each other groan What thou among the leaves hast never known, That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,Īnd with thee fade away into the forest dim:įade far away, dissolve, and quite forget Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,Ĭool’d a long age in the deep-delvèd earth,ĭance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!įull of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees, One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains It was written at Charles Brown’s house, after Keats was struck by the melancholy singing of a nightingale bird, and it travels through the cabal of the Greek gods, all the while emphasizing the feeling of melancholy – a tragic and often very Greek emotion that Keats would have no doubt learned through his readings. ‘Ode to a Nightingale’ was written in 1819, and it is the longest one, with 8 stanzas of 10 lines each.
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