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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... "
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Tập 2

Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 trang
...out a shout most heaven -rend ing, Conjure thee to receive our humble Pœan, Upon thy Mount Lyccan ! he : "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot But being too happy in thy happiness, That thou, light-winged...

Cyclopædia of English literature, Tập 2

Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 trang
...out a shout most heaven-rending, Conjure thee to receive our humble Ptean, Upon thy Mount Lycean ! hould fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on : 'Tis not through envy of thy Imppy lot But being too happy in thy happiness, That thou, light-winged"...

Littell's Living Age, Tập 206

1895 - 862 trang
...desire." Some mood akin to this seems to steal over the poet as he opens the ode with the liues : — My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense...the drains One minute past, and Lethewards had sunk. But note, it is only " Lethewards," only to the brink of Lethe, the river of oblivion, that the poet...

Sketches of the History of Literature and Learning in England ..., Tập 5-6

George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 trang
...great beauty, the ' Ode to a Nightingale,' may serve as a companion to Shelley's ' Skylark :'— My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...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 thine happiness,...

Imagination and fancy; or Selections from the English poets, with critical ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 trang
...And all along a dismal rack of clouds, Upon the boundaries of day and night, He stretch'd himself,»" grief and radiance faint. OTHER TITANS FALLEN. Scarce...happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, 0 for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 trang
...the time ; And all along a dismal rack of clouds, Upon the boundaries of day and night, He stretch 'd himself, in grief and radiance faint. OTHER TITANS...drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I bad drunk. Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Letbe-wards had sunk. 'Tis...

The British Quarterly Review, Tập 4

Henry Allon - 1846 - 574 trang
...perusal of its mellifluous numbers. Take the following specimen, all we can afford to present : — 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,...

Sharpe's London magazine, a journal of entertainment and ..., Tập 2-3

Anna Maria Hall - 842 trang
...life, when the joyous notes of the Nightingale fall upon his ear. He thus addresses it : — " 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy...happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trces, In some melodious plot Of bcechen grove and shadows numberless Singest of summer in full-throated...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 402 trang
...and their chancel vault, The heaven itself, is blinded throughout night. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE.18 My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep. delved earth, Tasting of Flora...

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 trang
...den, Arc things to brood on with more ardency Than the death-day of empires. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. Mr heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...is not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too hoppy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen...




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