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  • La belle dame sans merci
  • Ode to a Nightingale
  • To Autumn by John Keats. Borodin - Symphony No.2 - 3rd Movement (excerpt).
  • Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen. Beethoven - Symphony No.7 - 2nd Movement (excerpt).
  • Dulce et decorum est
  • Annabel Lee
  • Where The Bee Sucks
  • To Autumn
  • Full Fathom Five
  • Asleep
  • La Belle Dame Sans Merci (OST Bright Star)
  • Greater love
  • To Autumn By John Keats
  • Anthem for doomed youth
  • Dulce Et Decorum Est By Wilfred Owen. Beethoven - Symphony No.7 - 2nd Movement (Excerpt)
  • Yearning
  • To Autumn by John Keats. Borodin - Symphony No.2 - 3rd Movement (Excerpt)
  • La belle dame sans merci (John Keats)
  • Conscious
  • strange meeting
  • i do not know what
  • Possible
  • Spring Offensive
  • the calls
  • La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats
  • shadwell stair
  • Soldier's Dream
  • Letters
  • Mental Cases
  • Exposure
  • Insensibility
  • The Chances
  • Cramped in that Funnelled Hole
  • Belle Dame Sans Merci
  • The Dead-Beat
  • Ode to a Nightingale (Bright Star film)
  • Arms and the boy
  • Futility
  • Ode to a Nightingale (John Keats)
  • Ode To The Sea
  • maundy thursday
  • 1914
  • Six o'clock in Princes Street
  • To Chekhov's Memory
  • disabled
  • Negative Capability
  • Six o Clock in Princes Street
  • Has Your Soul Sipped
  • The Next War
  • Where The Bee Sucks (William Shakespeare)

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,—
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
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