Ode To melancholy by John Keats

Ode To Melancholy by John Keats No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twistWolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissedBy nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;Make not your rosary of yew-berries,Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth beYour mournful Psyche, nor the downy owlA partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;For shade Read More …

Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats

Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats 1. 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,  But being too happy in thine happiness,—    That thou, light-winged Dryad of the Read More …