| Keats, John: Óda egy csalogányhoz (Ode To A Nightingale Magyar nyelven) Ode To A Nightingale (Angol) 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 thy happiness,--- That thou, light... |
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