...would that hand appear, And o'er my eyes the trembling moisture shake. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the treea, 2. 0 for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'd a. long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting...

...him. No one since Spenser has possessed a more graphic pen. His processions not only live, they move. 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...

...Disturbing not the leaves which are her winding-sheet. No, not thee ! KEATS. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute...But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light- winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless Siugest...

...Disturbing not the leaves which are her winding-sheet. MMI -- --: /< f KEATS. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : "Pis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged...

...arbour take A dewy flower, oft would that hand appear, And o'er my eyes the trembling moisture shake. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. MY heart aches, and a drowsy...happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the tree?, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated...

...itself, is blinded throughout night ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE." My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pain* My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk. Or emptied...drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk. *T is not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, That thou, light-winged...

...last poems was in prospect of departure from his native shores. It is an Ode to a Nightingalt. 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains Oue minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy...

...sea : But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee. CHARLES KINGSLEY. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. MY heart aches, and a drowsy...thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, — Where thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows...

...There, in his dark, carved, oaken chair, old Rudiger sat — dead ! ALBEBT G. GREENE. (®b* to a MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...But being too happy in thy happiness — That thou, light-winged'Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest...

...circumstance and sensation, the imagination of which soothes and refreshes. Thus, in the well-known Ode to the Nightingale — " My heart aches and a drowsy numbness...drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk." In this state he hears the nightingale, and straightway finds his cure — " 0 for a draught of vintage...