 | 1821 - 488 Seiten
...malignity ! oDE To THE NIGHTINGALE. My heart aches, and a drowiy numbness paini My sense, as thongh of hemlock I had drunk, or emptied some dull opiate...one minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk . Tis not throngh envy of thy happy lot. But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 Seiten
...; but the result of all was— that — that — that we were married. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. T. MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 Seiten
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 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 Seiten
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 Seiten
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 Seiten
...this work. One of his last poems was in prospect of departure from his native shores. It is an Ode toa Nightingale. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Sir, Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 892 Seiten
...— gleaning parting looks towards the quiet landscape he had delighted in — musing, аз in his Ode to a Nightingale. My heart aches, and a drowsy...the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : Tie not through envy of thy happy lot. But being too happy in thine happine«, — That thou, light-winged... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 452 Seiten
...handkerchief,— gleaning parting looks towards the quiet landscape he had delighted in — musing, as in his Ode to a Nightingale. My heart aches, and a drowsy...to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sank : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot. Bat being too happy in thiae happiness, — That thou,... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 394 Seiten
...handkerchief,— gleaning parting looks towards the quiet landscape he had delighted in — musing, as in his Ode to a Nightingale. My heart aches, and a drowsy...numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drank, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not... | |
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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... 
