No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twistWolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale … Ode on Melancholy by John KeatsRead more
John Keats
Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus … Ode on a Grecian Urn by John KeatsRead more
Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had … Ode to a Nightingale by John KeatsRead more