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 ...

All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Above the statue to Shakespeare in Poets' Corner is a small oval mural tablet with a lyre to John Keats. This is joined with a carved ... Among his best-known poems are his odes 'To a Nightingale' and ...