The fairy lands are forlorn, apparently, because no one cares or dares to visit them anymore. But wine is not needed to enable him to escape. It was the nightingale's full-throated music that made his heart ache; ' fled is. Despite the semi-darkness around, he is able to imagine the flowers and their colours through their sweet scent. The poet turns to poetic fancy to bridge the division between him and the bird. The poem Ode to a nightingale thus maintains the dramatic debate between two voices of the poet.
Keats longs for a draught of wine which would take him out of himself and allow him to join his existence with that of the bird. Thus the death-wish in the ode may be a reaction to a multitude of troubles and frustrations, all of which were still with him. We are in an obscure, rich world. Garnier and Montchrestien followed in the sixteenth cen- tury, then Hardy and Mairet in the seventeenth, but in spite of great freedom left the dramatic writers, there was for a long time in France no Lope de Vega, no Shakespeare. O, for a draught of vintage! Keats raises a question that operates on two levels. O for a draught of vintage! His family life was shattered by the departure of one brother to America and the death from tuberculosis of the other. Swinburne on Keats as an.
The thoughts of sickness, old age and death make him seek an alternative to wine in his search for a supporting aid towing him to the happy sojourn of the nightingale. His financial condition was insecure. These dense sounds take on the sonic equivalent of grasses, thickets, and groves of trees. These words give the onomatopoeic effect of the bees buzzing around. He feels bittersweet happiness at the thought of the nightingale's carefree life. His imagination will serve just as well. Keats was inspired by hearing the sound of birdsong and penned this poem in praise of the nightingale.
The expression, 'witnding mossy ways,' clos- ing stanza. One is Keats' evaluation of life; life is a vale of tears and frustration. The poet says that it is rich to die in his present state of heightened ecstasy. It must taste of flowers, dance, song, and mirth. Seriously ill with tuberculosis, Keats died in Rome when he was twenty-six. The speaker wishes he had a special wine distilled directly from the earth. All his effort at identification with the bird has proved to be of temporary value.
If he ceased upon the midnight, while the bird was pouring forth her soul-the song colntinuing is 'the idea-he would ' have ears in vain. The mood in the opening quatrain contradicts the latter mood in the sestet. The poem itself is very unhappy; Keats is stunned at the happiness of the bird, and despairs at the difference between it and its happiness and his own unhappy life. His early works particularly Endymion were harshly criticised, by the time he was twenty-four, he had won recognition for his great odes - Ode On Melancholy, Ode On A Grecian Urn, Ode To A Nightingale and Ode To Autumn. It is not that the bird is immortal, but its song is. Stanza 2 O, for a draught of vintage! Every returning spring brings them back with the same fashion of feathers. This explains why the poet imagines the setting as being quite dim even though the sky may be full of moonlight and starlight.
His ode is full of references to liquor and drugs. 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; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. The poet is also aware that he is human and therefore even if he were to fly away into the nightingale's world, he cannot forever stay there in happiness. Keats' response to the sensuous beauty of the physical world is at its best in this stanza. 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. O for a beaker full of the warm South! The irony is that, while the speaker entertains the notion of escape through poesy, the poem itself does not turn its gaze from the world.
O for a beaker full of the warm South! Bereft of vision, the poet employs his olfactory senses to give a full-fledged portrayal of the flowers and the grass that touch his feet. Dive deep into John Keats Ode to a Ni ghtingal e with extended analysis, commentary, and discuss ion. Why does he do so? Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stainèd 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 grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs; Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Stanza five is given to the first, and the sixth stanza takes up, naturally and with added effect, the second. He had been treading sod down. What is to be done to overcome this, in order to attain to that? Yet Keats concludes the poem with unresolved questions.
It can pertain to the genuineness of that thrilling experience which the song had given him. The method is juudicial, and errs nine times out of ten if not oftener. FruitSource: Modern Language Notes, Vol. Man dies and a mound of turf is the constant reminder of his mortality; birds die too, but what marks their resting-place? The wine would put him in a state in which he would no longer be himself, aware that life is full of pain, that the young die, the old suffer, and that just to think about life brings sorrow and despair. The poetic devices he employs is known as the apostrophe in which someone absent or a something or an idea is addressed as though present and able to respond to the address. Keats' earlier mood of despondency seems to be perverse in the context of what gives rise to it. So he decides to try to escape from reality by using his imagination, to fly on the invisible wings of Poesy.
The passion of the chase, the fairness of the youth, and the beauty of the beloved are all frozen for eternity. This ode is remarkable for its varied allusions — literary, biblical and mythological. Ode to a Nightingale pictures the nightingale as an idealised poet who. We imagine that this poem takes place in the peak of summer. The poet desires that wine and poetic imagination together may help him to escape into the world of the nightingale. To descend from that state of total bliss will be only painful, analogous to a death-in-life state.
He cannot therefore dismiss what he has dimly perceived and described, for this may, indeed, be the true reality: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Keats, takiing the poetic view of things and not the scientific Stedman's Victorian Poets, p. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! He sounds sceptical thinking that the song had given him just an illusion of ecstasy. More on John Keats can be found. 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 musèd 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! The nightingale must be immortal, because so many different kinds of generations of people have heard its song throughout history, everyone from clowns and emperors to Biblical characters to people in fantasy stories. For iinstance, the first draught is for oblivion of physical pain, the second is for surcease of worldly sorrows. The experience he has had seems so strange and confusing that he is not sure whether it was a vision or a daydream.