...sprinkle a few on the top. Chill until serving time. 153 A Pub Crawl with Melrose Plant The Lamorna Link With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained...unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim. John Keats ome people think she's better than all three — those grand dames of British mystery, Christie,...

...sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South,24 Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,25 With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,26 And with thee fade away into the forest dim: 20 3 Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget...

...country-green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South! . . . That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim — Away! away! for I will fly to thee ... on the viewless wings of Poesy . . . Now more than ever...

...green, . Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! ,'. 0, 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. JOHN KEATS ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE • Few things in the whole panoply of nature hold more sensual appeal...

...zwischen dem Nahraum und dem "melodious plot" (l 8) der Nachtigall beherrscht: That I might dtink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim (II 9-10) Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known (III...

...country-green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth. O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded...unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim. Ill Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness,...

...to hear how the ambiguous pause of the exclamation-mark accentuates the echo of the poet's wish to "leave the world unseen, / And with thee fade away into the forest dim" (19—20). Throughout the poem, Keats listens to himself as much as to the bird — in his repetitions...

...country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded...unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim: III Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness,...