John Keats

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

Ode To A Nightingale - Poem by 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
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Form: Ode

Comments about Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats

  • Silver Star - 4,297 Points Seema Jayaraman (9/10/2015 1:05:00 PM)

    This poem I remember from my high school days, I will need to read and reread a few more times... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 261 Points Fred Scott (8/20/2015 6:45:00 PM)

    Simply superb and enchanting. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 47,745 Points Fabrizio Frosini (8/5/2015 12:22:00 PM)

    ancient memories.. from high school days.. recalled by such an amazing write.. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 38,920 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (3/12/2015 2:57:00 AM)

    I have already read this poem and enjoyed in heart and soul. A very good poem of the great poet. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,428 Points Sagnik Chakraborty (10/6/2014 2:21:00 AM)

    This ode is certainly one of Keats's best: a pining for perfection and joy, expressed through beautiful, sensuous verse. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Denis Prosser (12/30/2013 8:08:00 PM)

    Just brilliant poetry (Report) Reply

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie Adam Jentasiewicz (1/4/2009 8:41:00 AM)

    I think, the most poetic verse in English language. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie 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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