Poem of the Day: Ode to a Nightingale (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, 5 But being too happy in thine happiness, That thou, […]
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