Ode To A Nightingale

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:

by John Keats Click to read full poem

Comments (44)

Those lovely lines by my lovely poet
Why my pee pee hurt? ? ?
This mireda is pure bro this poem is so bad it makes me want to throw up.
Most loved one...this poem made my world...
Keats, the immortal nightingale is still singing for us
It’s a nice ode and it has a lot of lines and verses
KEATS The KING, giving hope to the world, and beauty, uninhibited tenderness
Lovely and beautiful line by line I drank words born of melody filled syllables sung into sense
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. ........ Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain- - To thy high requiem become a sod .......... Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
shorter plz this is no
I want short poem
I want short poem
I want short poem not want long poem
Impressive JOHN KEATS die with 25 years!
Can not reveal mydepth hunger for the poet.
such a rich life in posy, the real stuff could only disappoint. More disease and sorrow here than the elfy groves where one can hide. But for a while one can, and he did. for a short while...short, like all whiles, but better than absinthe, when poesy flows.
...the very word is like a bell. Nicely written.
da is this? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
why is jeffy so awesome cause of his song why
i hate it too much words