| 1823 - 400 էջ
...and had suffered deeply from the baleful effects of the poisoned shafts of critical malignity ! My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I bad drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had snnk : '... | |
| Cabinet - 1824 - 440 էջ
...; 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, 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... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 էջ
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| John Keats - 1926 - 738 էջ
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| William Hone - 1827 - 858 էջ
...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 - 1826 - 876 էջ
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| William Hone - 1827 - 892 էջ
...looks towards the quiet landscape he had delighted in — musing, аз in his 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 : Tie not through... | |
| William Hone - 1827 - 452 էջ
...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 drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sank : 'Tis not through... | |
| William Hone - 1827 - 394 էջ
...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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