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Ode to a Nightingale. By John Keats. 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: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees.
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"Ode to a Nightingale" is a poem by John Keats written either in the garden of the Spaniards Inn, Hampstead, London or, according to Keats' friend Charles Armitage Brown, under a plum tree in the garden of Keats' house at Wentworth Place, also in Hampstead.
‘Ode to a Nightingale,’ written in 1819, is one of John Keats’ six famous odes. It’s the longest, with eight 10-line stanzas, and showcases Keats’ signature style of vivid imagery and emotional depth, exploring themes like beauty and mortality. Read Poem. PDF Guide. Cite. John Keats. Nationality: Poet Guide.
A summary of “Ode to a Nightingale” in John Keats's John Keats's Odes. Learn exactly what happened in this chapter, scene, or section of John Keats's Odes and what it means. Perfect for acing essays, tests, and quizzes, as well as for writing lesson plans.
Poem Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats : My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied som.
The song of a nightingale inspires the speaker, sending them into a reverie about the immorality of art. But when the nightingale flies away, the speaker is once again left to themself—isolated in their anxiety. Read a summary & analysis, an analysis of the speaker, and explanations of important quotes from “Ode to a Nightingale.”
1. 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: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,—. That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
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 minuute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ‘Tis not 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.
Ode to a Nightingale. By John Keats. Share. 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: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees.
