#ode to the nightingale

[flowerytale]

John Keats, from "Ode to a Nightingale" (1819)

#john keats #ode to a nightingale #ode #poetry #poem #typo #typography #words #quote #quotes #romantic poets #heart #*

[erosyrup]

Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

                Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?

#realised i hadn't drawn any actual exR before so immediately rectified that #poem from 'ode to a nightingale' by john keats #les mis #les mis fanart #enjolras #enjolras fanart #grantaire #grantaire fanart #enjoltaire #syrup art tag

[gothicfairytopia]

Ode to a Nightingale

Just posted a new one-shot based on a conversation w/ @queen-mabs-revenge on a post about Aziraphale's reading habits <3

Set in 1941, Crowley has fallen asleep on the couch in Aziraphale's bookshop after a very long evening of bombs, zombies, and wine. Aziraphale has recently acquired some new first editions of John Keats, and a few poems hit a little too close to home.

a wee excerpt:

Aziraphale stumbled backward, coming to his feet, and then abruptly collapsing into the armchair. He took a sip from his wine glass and picked his book back up. Where was he, where was he?

(Any line would do.)

O, for a draught of vintage! That hath been

Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,

(He was skipping lines, he couldn’t quite concentrate––in his periphery, which he longed to ignore, he could see Crowley rising––)

Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,

With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

Crowley pushed the book down into his lap with a single long finger, but Aziraphale didn’t look away from the page.

And purple-stained mouth;

That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,

“Angel,” Crowley said.

And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Crowley took his chin in his fingers and lifted Aziraphale’s face to meet his gaze.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands fanfiction #good omens 1941 #john keats #no nightingales #ode to a nightingale

[bones-ivy-breath]

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats, from The Family Library of Poetry and Song edited by William Cullen Bryant, 1886

#quote #typography #literature #poetry #ode to a nightingale #john keats #aesthetic #dark academia #dead academia #romantic academia #romanticism #dark things #the family library of poetry and song #william cullen bryant #19th century

[teejaystumbles]

Gotta love how the brain works sometimes -

because I watched Shadow & Bone I was thinking of the word "darkling" - my brain: "darkling I listen" - ok where was that from - Google, help - John Keats' Ode to a Nightingale, of course - poetry incoming -

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! (...)

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! (...)

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades:

         Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

                Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?

my brain while reading:

OK so what if Hob can sing REALLY WELL? and Dream is just very much in love and sad about it because surely he can never hold him? and his voice is meant for more, for opera halls and arenas and at the same time Dream wants him to sing only quietly for him, like he does sometimes in the evenings, when the pub closes and he asks Dream to come up to the flat and Dream sits rigid on the edge of the sofa until Hob starts to hum while he makes tea and with every note he sings Dream feels himself relax and unwind and finally lean into the comfort of their shared existence and not doubt that this is good and he is allowed to just BE, here, now, and all dark thoughts seem to leave him when he hears Hob sing, and on his mind and his tongue is just one big Ode to his Nightingale -

and there it is, sudden dreamling fic idea and I am again a puddle on the floor

#oof I don't know guess I'll have to thank s&b for that at least #dreamling #own writing #drabble #poetry #john keats #ode to a nightingale #the sandman fanfiction #dream of the endless #hob gadling

[truthwatcher-gio]

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 thine happiness,—

                That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees

                        In some melodious plot

         Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

                Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

#dark academia books #dark academia vibes #dark aesthetic #dark romanticism #academia aesthetic #romantic academia #rome #john keats #keats #romantismo #gothic academia #amateur photography #poetry #photography #ode to a nightingale #percy bysshe shelley

[moonchildsfae]

yes, my midterm study session is going so well, and i’m totally emotionally stable. thank you for asking!

#—︎ my posts 💭 #living for the brain rot #good omens #ineffable husbands #chaotic academia #literature #romantic academia #sad uni student core #john keats #studyblr #ode to a nightingale

[yvehattan]

If he's not reading to you or showing you his poems, is he worth keeping?

#unless of course his poetry is bad #because if he's not writing you eugene onegin or ode to a nightingale is he worth keeping #they're reading tbk #she's asking 'babe would you go on a spree to mokroye with me if it meant being accused of parricide?' #'even if it meant hard labour??' #and he's seriously thinking about it... #'only if it meant we could have a good time.' he says before adding: 'oh #'and only if Kalgaov were to turn up there.' #she nods in agreement #illustration #art #drawing #traditional art #artists on tumblr #illustrators on tumblr #pencil #vintage photos #old photos #couples #couple aesthetic #classic academia #classic literature art #classic lit #classic literature #the brothers karamazov #victorian #19th century #my art

[tacocatisapalindrome5]

Okay I need to dive deeper into the ‘Tenderisthe’ bit:

I think it refers to Tender Is the Night which is a novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Unfortunately I have not read this so please enlighten us if you have, but here is a good reads summary:

Set on the French Riviera in the late 1920s, Tender Is the Night is the tragic romance of the young actress Rosemary Hoyt and the stylish American couple Dick and Nicole Diver. A brilliant young psychiatrist at the time of his marriage, Dick is both husband and doctor to Nicole, whose wealth goads him into a lifestyle not his own, and whose growing strength highlights Dick's harrowing demise. A profound study of the romantic concept of character, Tender Is the Night is lyrical, expansive, and hauntingly evocative.

However, I think there is a good chance it refers to Keats’ Ode to a Nightingale. Please read this, it fits really well, and of course ‘Nightingale’ is perfect for Good Omens. (And kinda John Finnemore, if you know his work)

#good omens #good omens season two #michael sheen #tender is the night #john keats #ode to a nightingale

[lathal]

@ode-of-odr liked for a starter!

New beginnings had always made Iveani nervous, but she knew it was for the best. For the first time in years, she could cook in her own kitchen while listening to her music play softly over the speaker and allow her pet cockatiel to roam freely around her apartment without worrying about how angry her ex would be. She didn't have to worry about someone intentionally hurting her feelings or violating her privacy. She was free.

Still, freedom didn't mean she shouldn't worry about anyone's feelings. She didn't know how thin the walls in the complex were. Between the sounds of her trying to move things yesterday and how loud the bird got in the mornings, she had apologies to make if she wanted to make a good first impression.

She knocked on her next door neighbor's apartment door with a loaf of banana bread in hand, hoping they were home.

#v;; nightingale in a golden cage #ode-of-odr

[thewondermentofillustration]

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.

-- Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats

Sir Arthur Ernest Streeton (1867–1943) - What thou amongst the leaves hast never known; A bush idyll, 1896, oil on wood

#Arthur Streeton #Sir Arthur Ernest Streeton #Australian artist #John Keats #Ode to a Nightingale #fantasy art #oil painting #oil on wood #1890s #1896 #mysterious #dusk

[flowerytale]

"Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music? Do I wake or sleep?"

Manuscript of 'Ode to a Nightingale' by John Keats

#john keats #keats #ode to a nightingale #ode #poetry #poem #romantic poets #manuscript #handwriting #fragments #*

[faunary]

John Keats, “Ode to a Nightingale”

#keats #ode to a nightingale #poetry #romantics #19th century

[wellconstructedsentences]

Thou was not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down.

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

#ode to a nightingale #john keats #poetry

[bones-ivy-breath]

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats, from The Family Library of Poetry and Song edited by William Cullen Bryant, 1886

#ode to a nightingale #john keats #quote #typography #literature #poetry #aesthetic #dark academia #romantic academia #dark things #romanticism #william cullen bryant #the family library of poetry and song #19th century #to disappear

[romanceyourdemons]

jesus christ mr. keats are you ok

#ode to a nightingale is like a stanza of midsummer night's dream shit and then three of the most concerning lines i've ever read #and then back to midsummer night's dream again #buddy???? #ryddles