Ode to a Nightingale By John Keats
Ode to a Nightingale By John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some
I Bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams,
I bring you my passionate rhyme.
Ode to a Nightingale By John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some
Death Wish By Josh Alex Baker I ask whenis the last time you returned yourself to yourself. Iam a hypocrite to makeyou answer what I
Ozymandias By Percy Bysshe Shelley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my
Invictus By William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my
