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Originally Posted by grindy
Thanks. That was fun. I have so few opportunities to speak English and enjoy it every time.
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Welllll, the next time you have nothing better to do, you could read John Keats' Ode to a Nightingale maybe?
(Which is a totally normal thing to ask of an internet stranger I'm sure)
Spoiler for (This part specifically):
...Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—
To thy high requiem become a sod.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
..But thankfully there's already wonderful recording of Scott Fitzgerald reciting it on youtube, so I
guess I'll survive if no one indulges this particular demand.