Ode To A Nightingale By John Keats. Gustav Mahler-Symphony No 5 in C sharp, 4th mov, ‘Death In Venice’
Ode To A Nightingale By John Keats. Gustav MahlerSymphony No 5 in C sharp, 4th mov, ' Death In Venice' Lyrics
| Song | Ode To A Nightingale By John Keats. Gustav Mahler-Symphony No 5 in C sharp, 4th mov, ‘Death In Venice’ |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Words For You - The Next Chapter |
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| [00:01.76] | My heart aches,and a drowsy numbness pains |
| [00:06.66] | My sense,as though of hemlock I had drunk, |
| [00:09.71] | Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains |
| [00:14.09] | One minute past,and Lethe-wards had sunk: |
| [00:17.28] | ’Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, |
| [00:21.92] | But being too happy in thine happiness,-- |
| [00:25.39] | That thou,light winged Dryad of the trees, |
| [00:27.98] | In some melodious plot |
| [00:29.68] | Of beechen green,and shadows numberless |
| [00:32.62] | Singest of summer in full-throated ease. |
| [00:38.67] | O,for a draught of vintage! That hath been |
| [00:42.73] | Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth, |
| [00:46.55] | Tasting of Flora and the country green, |
| [00:50.19] | Dance,and Provencal song,and sun-burnt mirth! |
| [00:55.53] | O,for a beaker full of the warm South, |
| [00:59.45] | Full of the true,the blushful Hippocrene, |
| [01:02.05] | With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, |
| [01:04.96] | And purple stained mouth; |
| [01:07.08] | That I might drink,and leave the world unseen, |
| [01:11.68] | And with thee fade away into the forest dim: |
| [01:16.42] | Fade far away,dissolve,and quite forget |
| [01:23.01] | What thou among the leaves hast never known, |
| [01:26.37] | The weariness,the fever,and the fret |
| [01:31.09] | Here,where men sit and hear each other groan; |
| [01:33.95] | Where palsy shakes a few,sad,last gray hairs, |
| [01:39.73] | Where youth grows pale,and spectre-thin,and dies; |
| [01:45.81] | Where but to think is to be full of sorrow |
| [01:49.93] | And leaden-eyed despairs, |
| [01:51.79] | Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, |
| [01:56.10] | Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow |
| [02:00.02] | Away!away!for I will fly to thee, |
| [02:05.56] | Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, |
| [02:08.78] | But on the viewless wings of Poesy, |
| [02:11.04] | Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: |
| [02:15.80] | Already with thee!tender is the night, |
| [02:20.10] | And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, |
| [02:23.50] | Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays; |
| [02:26.93] | But here there is no light, |
| [02:30.67] | Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown |
| [02:35.08] | Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. |
| [02:39.16] | I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, |
| [02:42.95] | Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, |
| [02:46.18] | But ,in embalmed darkness,guess each sweet |
| [02:50.84] | Wherewith the seasonable month endows |
| [02:53.01] | The grass,the thicket,and the fruit-tree wild; |
| [02:56.11] | White hawthorn,and the pastoral eglantine; |
| [03:00.89] | Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; |
| [03:04.99] | And mid-May’s eldest child, |
| [03:07.58] | The coming musk-rose,full of dewy wine, |
| [03:12.06] | The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. |
| [03:16.82] | Darkling I listen;and ,for many a time |
| [03:22.09] | I have been half in love with easeful Death |
| [03:25.93] | Call’d him soft names in many a mused rime |
| [03:29.98] | To take into the air my quiet breath; |
| [03:35.04] | Now more than ever seems it rich to die, |
| [03:39.15] | To cease upon the midnight with no pain, |
| [03:43.77] | While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad |
| [03:47.86] | In such an ecstasy! |
| [03:50.20] | Still wouldst thou sing,and I have ears in vain— |
| [03:55.46] | To thy high requiem become a sod. |
| [04:01.19] | Thou wast not born for death,immortal Bird! |
| [04:06.20] | No hungry generations tread thee down; |
| [04:09.80] | The voice I hear this passing night was heard |
| [04:14.60] | In ancient days by emperor and clown: |
| [04:16.59] | Perhaps the self-same song that found a path |
| [04:20.01] | Through the sad heart of Ruth,when,sick for home, |
| [04:22.95] | She stood in tears amid the alien corn; |
| [04:26.73] | The same that oft-times hath， |
| [04:29.02] | Charm’d magic casement,opening on the foam |
| [04:32.75] | Of perilous seas,in faery lands forlorn. |
| [04:37.38] | Forlorn! the very word is like a bell |
| [04:41.31] | To toll me back from thee to my sole self! |
| [04:44.82] | Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well |
| [04:49.39] | As she is fam’d to do,deceiving elf. |
| [04:52.82] | Adieu! adieu! Thy plaintive anthem fades |
| [04:57.90] | Past the near meadows,over the still stream, |
| [05:00.61] | Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep |
| [05:04.23] | In the next valley-glades: |
| [05:06.83] | Was it a vision,or a waking dream? |
| [05:10.60] | Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep? |
| [05:21.27] | undefined |
| [00:01.76] | My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains |
| [00:06.66] | My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, |
| [00:09.71] | Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains |
| [00:14.09] | One minute past, and Lethewards had sunk: |
| [00:17.28] | ' Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, |
| [00:21.92] | But being too happy in thine happiness, |
| [00:25.39] | That thou, light winged Dryad of the trees, |
| [00:27.98] | In some melodious plot |
| [00:29.68] | Of beechen green, and shadows numberless |
| [00:32.62] | Singest of summer in fullthroated ease. |
| [00:38.67] | O, for a draught of vintage! That hath been |
| [00:42.73] | Cool' d a long age in the deepdelved earth, |
| [00:46.55] | Tasting of Flora and the country green, |
| [00:50.19] | Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! |
| [00:55.53] | O, for a beaker full of the warm South, |
| [00:59.45] | Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, |
| [01:02.05] | With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, |
| [01:04.96] | And purple stained mouth |
| [01:07.08] | That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, |
| [01:11.68] | And with thee fade away into the forest dim: |
| [01:16.42] | Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget |
| [01:23.01] | What thou among the leaves hast never known, |
| [01:26.37] | The weariness, the fever, and the fret |
| [01:31.09] | Here, where men sit and hear each other groan |
| [01:33.95] | Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, |
| [01:39.73] | Where youth grows pale, and spectrethin, and dies |
| [01:45.81] | Where but to think is to be full of sorrow |
| [01:49.93] | And leadeneyed despairs, |
| [01:51.79] | Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, |
| [01:56.10] | Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow |
| [02:00.02] | Away! away! for I will fly to thee, |
| [02:05.56] | Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, |
| [02:08.78] | But on the viewless wings of Poesy, |
| [02:11.04] | Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: |
| [02:15.80] | Already with thee! tender is the night, |
| [02:20.10] | And haply the QueenMoon is on her throne, |
| [02:23.50] | Cluster' d around by all her starry Fays |
| [02:26.93] | But here there is no light, |
| [02:30.67] | Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown |
| [02:35.08] | Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. |
| [02:39.16] | I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, |
| [02:42.95] | Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, |
| [02:46.18] | But , in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet |
| [02:50.84] | Wherewith the seasonable month endows |
| [02:53.01] | The grass, the thicket, and the fruittree wild |
| [02:56.11] | White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine |
| [03:00.89] | Fast fading violets cover' d up in leaves |
| [03:04.99] | And midMay' s eldest child, |
| [03:07.58] | The coming muskrose, full of dewy wine, |
| [03:12.06] | The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. |
| [03:16.82] | Darkling I listen and , for many a time |
| [03:22.09] | I have been half in love with easeful Death |
| [03:25.93] | Call' d him soft names in many a mused rime |
| [03:29.98] | To take into the air my quiet breath |
| [03:35.04] | Now more than ever seems it rich to die, |
| [03:39.15] | To cease upon the midnight with no pain, |
| [03:43.77] | While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad |
| [03:47.86] | In such an ecstasy! |
| [03:50.20] | Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain |
| [03:55.46] | To thy high requiem become a sod. |
| [04:01.19] | Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! |
| [04:06.20] | No hungry generations tread thee down |
| [04:09.80] | The voice I hear this passing night was heard |
| [04:14.60] | In ancient days by emperor and clown: |
| [04:16.59] | Perhaps the selfsame song that found a path |
| [04:20.01] | Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, |
| [04:22.95] | She stood in tears amid the alien corn |
| [04:26.73] | The same that ofttimes hath, |
| [04:29.02] | Charm' d magic casement, opening on the foam |
| [04:32.75] | Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. |
| [04:37.38] | Forlorn! the very word is like a bell |
| [04:41.31] | To toll me back from thee to my sole self! |
| [04:44.82] | Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well |
| [04:49.39] | As she is fam' d to do, deceiving elf. |
| [04:52.82] | Adieu! adieu! Thy plaintive anthem fades |
| [04:57.90] | Past the near meadows, over the still stream, |
| [05:00.61] | Up the hillside and now ' tis buried deep |
| [05:04.23] | In the next valleyglades: |
| [05:06.83] | Was it a vision, or a waking dream? |
| [05:10.60] | Fled is that music: do I wake or sleep? |
| [05:21.27] | undefined |
| [00:01.76] | My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains |
| [00:06.66] | My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, |
| [00:09.71] | Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains |
| [00:14.09] | One minute past, and Lethewards had sunk: |
| [00:17.28] | ' Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, |
| [00:21.92] | But being too happy in thine happiness, |
| [00:25.39] | That thou, light winged Dryad of the trees, |
| [00:27.98] | In some melodious plot |
| [00:29.68] | Of beechen green, and shadows numberless |
| [00:32.62] | Singest of summer in fullthroated ease. |
| [00:38.67] | O, for a draught of vintage! That hath been |
| [00:42.73] | Cool' d a long age in the deepdelved earth, |
| [00:46.55] | Tasting of Flora and the country green, |
| [00:50.19] | Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! |
| [00:55.53] | O, for a beaker full of the warm South, |
| [00:59.45] | Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, |
| [01:02.05] | With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, |
| [01:04.96] | And purple stained mouth |
| [01:07.08] | That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, |
| [01:11.68] | And with thee fade away into the forest dim: |
| [01:16.42] | Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget |
| [01:23.01] | What thou among the leaves hast never known, |
| [01:26.37] | The weariness, the fever, and the fret |
| [01:31.09] | Here, where men sit and hear each other groan |
| [01:33.95] | Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, |
| [01:39.73] | Where youth grows pale, and spectrethin, and dies |
| [01:45.81] | Where but to think is to be full of sorrow |
| [01:49.93] | And leadeneyed despairs, |
| [01:51.79] | Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, |
| [01:56.10] | Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow |
| [02:00.02] | Away! away! for I will fly to thee, |
| [02:05.56] | Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, |
| [02:08.78] | But on the viewless wings of Poesy, |
| [02:11.04] | Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: |
| [02:15.80] | Already with thee! tender is the night, |
| [02:20.10] | And haply the QueenMoon is on her throne, |
| [02:23.50] | Cluster' d around by all her starry Fays |
| [02:26.93] | But here there is no light, |
| [02:30.67] | Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown |
| [02:35.08] | Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. |
| [02:39.16] | I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, |
| [02:42.95] | Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, |
| [02:46.18] | But , in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet |
| [02:50.84] | Wherewith the seasonable month endows |
| [02:53.01] | The grass, the thicket, and the fruittree wild |
| [02:56.11] | White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine |
| [03:00.89] | Fast fading violets cover' d up in leaves |
| [03:04.99] | And midMay' s eldest child, |
| [03:07.58] | The coming muskrose, full of dewy wine, |
| [03:12.06] | The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. |
| [03:16.82] | Darkling I listen and , for many a time |
| [03:22.09] | I have been half in love with easeful Death |
| [03:25.93] | Call' d him soft names in many a mused rime |
| [03:29.98] | To take into the air my quiet breath |
| [03:35.04] | Now more than ever seems it rich to die, |
| [03:39.15] | To cease upon the midnight with no pain, |
| [03:43.77] | While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad |
| [03:47.86] | In such an ecstasy! |
| [03:50.20] | Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain |
| [03:55.46] | To thy high requiem become a sod. |
| [04:01.19] | Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! |
| [04:06.20] | No hungry generations tread thee down |
| [04:09.80] | The voice I hear this passing night was heard |
| [04:14.60] | In ancient days by emperor and clown: |
| [04:16.59] | Perhaps the selfsame song that found a path |
| [04:20.01] | Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, |
| [04:22.95] | She stood in tears amid the alien corn |
| [04:26.73] | The same that ofttimes hath, |
| [04:29.02] | Charm' d magic casement, opening on the foam |
| [04:32.75] | Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. |
| [04:37.38] | Forlorn! the very word is like a bell |
| [04:41.31] | To toll me back from thee to my sole self! |
| [04:44.82] | Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well |
| [04:49.39] | As she is fam' d to do, deceiving elf. |
| [04:52.82] | Adieu! adieu! Thy plaintive anthem fades |
| [04:57.90] | Past the near meadows, over the still stream, |
| [05:00.61] | Up the hillside and now ' tis buried deep |
| [05:04.23] | In the next valleyglades: |
| [05:06.83] | Was it a vision, or a waking dream? |
| [05:10.60] | Fled is that music: do I wake or sleep? |
| [05:21.27] | undefined |
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