Book: Annals of the Fine Arts

• Ode On A Grecian Urn

  Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
        Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,

  58 lines, 5 comments
• Ode To A Nightingale

  My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
      My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

  86 lines, 12 comments

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