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...malignity ! oDE To THE NIGHTINGALE. My heart aches, and a drowiy numbness paini My sense, as thongh of hemlock I had drunk, or emptied some dull opiate...one minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk . Tis not throngh envy of thy happy lot. But being too happy in thy happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad...

...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 : '...

...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...numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. II. O, for a draught of vintage ! that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting...

...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...

...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...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...

...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...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,...

...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...

...sleepless and suffering under the illness which he felt to be mortal. ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though...happiness, That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In most melodious plot Of beechen green and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease....

...happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In most melodious plot Of beechen green and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated case. Oh for a draught of vintage that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting...