 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 էջ
...and Lethe-wards had sunk i J 'Tin not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in lliine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the...numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. О, for a draught of vintage! that hath been, Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tattling of... | |
 | 1823 - 400 էջ
...bad drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had snnk : ' Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too...numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage ! that bath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of... | |
 | 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,...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 էջ
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 | 1826 - 638 էջ
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 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 էջ
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 էջ
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 էջ
...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...numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. 2. O, for a draught of vintage ! that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 394 էջ
...emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not thronph envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine...beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer iO full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage 1 that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved... | |
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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... 
