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To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad. In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—. To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
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At 80 lines, it is the longest of Keats's odes (which include poems like "Ode on a Grecian Urn" and "Ode on Melancholy"). The poem focuses on a speaker standing in a dark forest, listening to the beguiling and beautiful song of the nightingale bird.
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‘Ode to a Nightingale’ was written in 1819, and it is the longest one, with 8 stanzas of 10 lines each. It was written at Charles Brown’s house, after John Keats(Bio | Poems) was struck by the melancholy singing of a nightingale bird, and it travels through the cabal of the Greek gods, all the while emphasizingthe feeling of melancholy – a tragic a...
The poem itself is very unhappy; Keats is stunned at the happiness of the bird and despairs at the difference between it and its happiness and his own unhappy life. At the start of ‘Ode to a Nightingale,’ the heavy sense of melancholy draws allusions to ‘Ode on Melancholy,’ and Keats – despite the death imagery– does not really want to die. The con...
In 1819, John Keats(Bio | Poems)left his paid position as a dresser at the hospital to devote himself to a career in poetry, and it was during the spring that he wrote the five major odes, before delving into a variety of other forms of poetry.
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Ode to a Nightingale. " Ode to a Nightingale " is a poem by John Keats written either in the garden of the Spaniards Inn, Hampstead, London or, according to Keats' friend Charles Armitage Brown, under a plum tree in the garden of Keats' house at Wentworth Place, also in Hampstead. According to Brown, a nightingale had built its nest near the ...
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- 2012
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain— To thy high requiem become a sod.
To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
