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John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

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
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  • Tony Walton (8/23/2012 5:35:00 PM)

    I agree, Adam. I have always loved this poem: the best by one of the best, and as good as perfect. (Report) Reply

  • Tony Walton (8/23/2012 5:33:00 PM)

    I agree, Adam. I have always loved this poem, the best by one of the best: just about perfect. (Report) Reply

  • Ufuk Erdem (12/16/2004 1:03:00 PM)

    In this poem Keats wants to be in the world of the nightingale.This is the world where death, sadness does not exist.The poet, because of his brother's death, cannot be happy and see the beauties of nature in front of him.He wants to hear merry notes of the nightingale.Keats, like his brother, died of tuberculosis at a very young age. (Report) Reply

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