 | Richard Henry Stoddard - Outdoor life - 1865 - 116 pages
...breathe, how short soever ; Thou that makest a day of night, Goddess excellently bright ! Ben Jonson. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. MY heart aches, and a drowsy...some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-ward had sunk. 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness,... | |
 | Penny readings - 1866 - 304 pages
...Hood" is a fine lilt, as good as any of the many ballads that have been written on the subject.] MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 pages
...what he fair hath made; All other fair, like flowers untimely fade. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE: Spenser. MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...But being too happy in thy happiness,— That thou, light-wing'd Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest... | |
 | Frances Martin - English poetry - 1866 - 506 pages
...his silver hair, And be like him, and he will then love me. W. Blake. CVIII. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. Y heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe- wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness,... | |
 | Enaeas Sweetland Dallas - 1866 - 362 pages
...the perfection of enjoyment is firmly maintained. K«u. Take this from Keats, where he addresses the nightingale : My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness...drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One miuute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk ; "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - English poetry - 1867 - 332 pages
...While his bow'd head seem'd listening to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet. FROM "ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE." MY heart aches, and a drowsy...numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. * » * * I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But,... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - English poetry - 1867 - 332 pages
...While bis bow"d head seern'd listening to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet. FROM "ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE." MY heart aches, and a drowsy...numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 200 pages
...she whispered — ' Why, where is the powder blew ?' " I 63 ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. BY JOHN KEATS. MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pages
...of a prophecy ! O Wind, If winter comes, can spring be far behind? 70 Percy Bysshe Shelley, CCXXII ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. My heart aches, and a drowsy...had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, 5 But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious... | |
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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... 
