“No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;” This excerpt comes fro

A.To Autumn B.Ode to the West Wind C.Ode to a Nightingale D.Ode on Melancholy

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