 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 pàgines
...; 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 pàgines
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 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 pàgines
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 pàgines
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 892 pàgines
...— 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 pàgines
...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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 pàgines
...composed by him while he lay sleepless and suffering under the illness which he felt to be mortal. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. My heart aches, and a drowsy...through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In most melodious plot Of beechen green... | |
 | William Hone - 1828 - 968 pàgines
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 | William Hone - 1830 - 868 pàgines
...last poems was in prospect of departure from his native shores. It is an Ode to a Nightingale, 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense,...some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe- wards had sunk : J5t THE EVERY-DAY BOOK.— FEBRUARY 23. 25? Tis not through envy of thy happy... | |
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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... 
