Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Ode To A Nightingale Comments

Rating: 3.9

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:
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John Keats
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Susan Jecker 16 December 2021

I think of this poem often in the spring, when mockingbirds sing all night

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Dr Antony Theodore 07 December 2020

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: We studied this poem in the literature class. wonderful poem of Keats. tony

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Will.i.End 20 July 2020

Im still reading this poem.....its sooooo long....hehe XD

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Radhuga Sreekumar Geetha 31 December 2019

Those lovely lines by my lovely poet

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Tommy 05 November 2019

Why my pee pee hurt? ? ?

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Chandler 21 May 2020

really man you had to?

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Bruno Mars 21 May 2019

This mireda is pure bro this poem is so bad it makes me want to throw up.

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Richard Ponsonby 18 January 2020

If you need to vomit, just read the megalomaniacal versifier, Robert Frost, who turns small events in his mundane life into pseudo epics, or if you're constipated, just read Leonard Cohen whose ego and lack of talent guarantees a sudden evacuation.

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Prabir Gayen 16 December 2018

Most loved one...this poem made my world...

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Keats, the immortal nightingale is still singing for us

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Qaisy 23 August 2018

It’s a nice ode and it has a lot of lines and verses

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Cristobal Benjumea 02 August 2018

KEATS The KING, giving hope to the world, and beauty, uninhibited tenderness

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biswambar panda 15 July 2018

Lovely and beautiful line by line I drank words born of melody filled syllables sung into sense

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Britte Ninad 30 May 2018

Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. ........ Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain- - To thy high requiem become a sod .......... Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

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sania 24 May 2018

shorter plz this is no

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Saniya 22 May 2018

I want short poem

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Saniya 22 May 2018

I want short poem

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Florence 23 August 2019

Read Emily Dickinson or Robert Frost - they tend to be short!

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Saniya 22 May 2018

I want short poem not want long poem

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Impressive JOHN KEATS die with 25 years!

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Alam Singh Rawat 15 May 2018

Can not reveal mydepth hunger for the poet.

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Taodhg 04 May 2018

such a rich life in posy, the real stuff could only disappoint. More disease and sorrow here than the elfy groves where one can hide. But for a while one can, and he did. for a short while...short, like all whiles, but better than absinthe, when poesy flows.

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SylvaOnyema 20 April 2018

...the very word is like a bell. Nicely written.

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