Ode to a Nightingale Quotes

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: (lines 3-4)

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,...

The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; (lines 2...

Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. (lines 9-10)

That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot (lines 7-8)