Ode To A Nightingale By John Keats. Gustav MahlerSymphony No 5 in C sharp, 4th mov, ' Death In Venice'

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

Lyrics

[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?
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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 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