One of John Keats's lovely poems: Ode to a Nightingale. Recited by Benedict Cumberbatch, using his most soothing voice...
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@minhoancong98652 жыл бұрын
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. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! 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. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 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. 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?
@tylermills1255 Жыл бұрын
Sublime.
@evar11047 жыл бұрын
Benedict's voice, Mahler's music and Keats' verses. Paradise on Earth.
@renerpho3 жыл бұрын
"We are half in love with easeful Death; now more than ever seems it rich to die, to cease upon the midnight with no pain. And in ceasing we lose it all, and in Mahler's ceasing we have gained everything." -- Leonard Bernstein kzfaq.info/get/bejne/i5t5as-Ks5vFlIk.html&t=1378
@stylusfantasticus3 жыл бұрын
ABSOLUTELY YES AND YES !!!
@Nizbaby12 жыл бұрын
@@stylusfantasticus But what is the Mahler? Why wouldn't they credit it?
@absolutelynothing79617 жыл бұрын
Doctor: You have 5:35 minutes left to live. Me: :^)
@leavemymurderunsolved25476 жыл бұрын
absolutely nothing Doctor.....Strange?
@randiwise1198 жыл бұрын
Benedict's voice..........like butter, I tell you!!! Butta!!!
@uncreativename42495 жыл бұрын
He has the perfect voice for ASMR. Like... no joke. He really should do ASMR.
@addangel7 жыл бұрын
imagine what it must be like to wake up to that voice whispering in your ear... one can only dream
@MoroccanRose7 жыл бұрын
Ada my god one can only dream indeed. SIGH... 😪💞
@bamgalace4 жыл бұрын
And I'm ded now
@tuyiorla7 ай бұрын
I always loved Benedict's voice, listening to him was a sort of refugee from my troubled relationship I couldn't escape from, my abusive ex is now gone, and the nights I spent crying are no more. Now I have a new love and his voice is so so similar to Benedict's, but more sweet, I suppose because my love speaks words of love just for me, I'm truly happy today.
@hanguangjunpei5 жыл бұрын
My soul did a weird thing and really attached itself to this poem + the music + Benedict’s voice.
@CJ00true5 жыл бұрын
Keats painted a masterpiece with words, so utterly beautiful but heartbreaking. Do I wake or do I sleep?
@infinitafenix31537 жыл бұрын
I have already melted...
@mattjsilk7 жыл бұрын
Beautiful rendition. Thank you Mr. Cumberbatch.
@alinacoronado29027 жыл бұрын
Ben's voice is majestic as fuck 😍
@purplebrit7 жыл бұрын
Alina Coronado It's a shame you are not as well educated as he or Mr. Wordsworth.
@alinacoronado29027 жыл бұрын
+Allison Townes who the fuck said anything about education. I'm complenting his voice dumbass
@Snowy10287 жыл бұрын
Haha. It's definitely a plus to admire the beauty of this ode as well as enjoy his voice. It's one of my favorites.
@alinacoronado29027 жыл бұрын
Bana Aassy RIGHT 😄😄
@Snowy10287 жыл бұрын
Take it easy, please..
@tonysabell77374 жыл бұрын
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."~from his "Endymion"
@jeannerose56115 жыл бұрын
Keats* greatest romantic poets of his time, dies at 25; penniless, broken hearted, & thinking he was a failure as a poet.
@sayantandas60773 жыл бұрын
A poet more idealistic was perhaps not born ever, and yet by irony of fate has to endure such a notion - genius was at his every breath and yet he had to harbour such thoughts!
@michaelcastro67312 ай бұрын
Well, I don't think the snobbish critics were very kind back in the day. To be able to compose poetry like that which leaves the heart wanting more. Such melancholy, but yet beautiful, with a wonderful reading by Benedict Cumberbatch. Amazing!
@sebastiandiaz92633 жыл бұрын
This is beautiful, the poem, his deep voice, and the music all at once.
@stylusfantasticus3 жыл бұрын
MUSIC BY GUSTAV MAHLER, master of the nostalgic.
@sujata151643 жыл бұрын
Ben's voice❤️❤️❤️ my God..... I can die for this voice
@SantiagoRodriguez-th3ej11 ай бұрын
If words are the blood of the soul this beautiful poem will be written there!!!
@Marco_Venieri4 жыл бұрын
my favorite poem ever. Here the english language has his maximum
@leavemymurderunsolved25476 жыл бұрын
Heaven on earth, this man. He is an angel
@drdevorak41726 жыл бұрын
That one dislike was Martin freeman
@hanguangjunpei5 жыл бұрын
I find so much comfort through this. One of my favourites to recite.
@riannejohnstone6 жыл бұрын
I still melt every time I hear this omgggg
@patrickleahy443610 ай бұрын
Better than other recitations - 'Lethe' > 'Leth-e', 'delved' > 'delv-ed'. Was going well until 'pineth' > became 'pine-eth'. As if there was a piano metronome in the background. Lovely voice and I am a great fan, but I do not not get from any of the recitations so far the realization of the pain of the transience of life. The beautiful words, the song of the nightingale - hope I'll hear this some day - are like a cloak that Keats uses to shield himself from his pain and loss. That's a hard ask though, but that's what I feel the most when I read this poem: 'Man can only bear so much reality'.
@blumenseele86477 жыл бұрын
its so beautiful so delightful just and simply amazing
@fnnylambert33698 жыл бұрын
omg !!! this is perfection !!!
@theculturedbumpkin6 жыл бұрын
Wow, this is absolutely incredible. BC is the man!
@riannejohnstone7 жыл бұрын
This is beautiful
@wjc5877 Жыл бұрын
My favorite
@blumenseele86477 жыл бұрын
Ode to a Nightingale John Keates 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. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! 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. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 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. 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?
@malda-xg1yw2 жыл бұрын
thank you very much...
@jasonhuang29627 жыл бұрын
Music is from Mahler's 5th
@innos3ntCrim36 жыл бұрын
Dammit! I just washed these pants! Curse you, Cumberbatch!
@mahirdyan8 жыл бұрын
so peaceful !
@sourav337 жыл бұрын
awesome...
@rozaSkroza2 жыл бұрын
*this... can not not make you cry*
@djh4min598 жыл бұрын
Thanks Kim...
@arnoldpiotrwatruch49837 жыл бұрын
wonderful , thanks -...
@larshans158 жыл бұрын
Absolutely wonderful!
@blumenseele86477 жыл бұрын
i am almost crying it it so..........
@Liudvigaristarx Жыл бұрын
Wow❤
@estelaminondo88653 жыл бұрын
Simply beatifu
@teeniebeenie87746 жыл бұрын
o blessed Miny: thy wings be still and with me.....
@alechs_alechs5 жыл бұрын
The dislikes come from Moriarty and John😂
@mikeomikeo13 жыл бұрын
beautiful
@daddydaddy66006 жыл бұрын
This is a great video to fall asleep to, it really works :))))
@MoroccanRose3 жыл бұрын
True, have done it myself many a times. I’ve had the best naps, when this was playing in the background.
@AngelicZelda4445 жыл бұрын
If I said this once, I'll say it a thousand more times.... BEN NEEDS TO DO ASMR!!!!!!!
@Nizbaby12 жыл бұрын
Mahler Adagietto Symphony No. 5
@berdenaleyke3 жыл бұрын
Ode to a Nightingale 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. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! 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. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves; And mid-May’s eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 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. 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?
@malda-xg1yw2 жыл бұрын
Thank you...
@francesmaurer18510 ай бұрын
💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
@Joel-bx5gm7 жыл бұрын
wow asmr
@muhammadasad6293 жыл бұрын
Where youth grows pale....💔💔
@detoxjusttoretox59726 жыл бұрын
Aroused and emotional at the same time. Ngh.
@blumenseele86477 жыл бұрын
his voice is.................
@krystalannawilliams2653Ай бұрын
Okay
@janiexoxo5 жыл бұрын
Is there somewhere to get a download of just the audio?
@ladyfl0wers4 жыл бұрын
Can anyone tell me, where to find that picture?
@teeniebeenie87746 жыл бұрын
please mr cumberbatch no mo cigs! ur voice is getting craggy at such a young age. be well sir!
@arlosmith95042 жыл бұрын
By all means enjoy Benedict's voice, but please don't take this as a model of how the poem should be spoken. This version contains at least ten errors, mostly of pronunciation. It's disappointing that the admired actor should show such a casual disregard for this great work. The video has been viewed many times. Should we lament the power of celebrity to downgrade and ultimately destroy our culture? Or should we celebrate the fact that Benedict has brought the poem to countless new listeners, some of whom might go on to investigate it in more depth? Do I wake or sleep?
@kindabatooni931411 ай бұрын
Rest assured Benedict has brought it to thousands people who would have , otherwise, never ventured into such literary art. The reach is far to the point he made me, a person who lives on the other far side of the world, dare to go there despite my shortcomings. There are thousands if not not millions like me. English isn’t even our mother tongue. If anyone should be blamed for keeping errors it’s definitely people who oversee his work. I mean the “penguiwing” incident is still relevant to this day and despite it helping the documentary go viral and making us laugh and love Ben the dork even more, I still ask the question like he did. Where are those experts who oversee his work? It’s not like he does it in isolation. 😊
@arlosmith950411 ай бұрын
@@kindabatooni9314 Hello Kinda batooni. Greetings from England. It's very nice to hear from you. I'm so glad that you admire this wonderful poem. It's one of my favourites. I take your point, but I think that while Benedict will certainly have a director when he acts in a play or film, someone in his position is unlikely to have any 'experts' to oversee his reading of a poem. Therefore I feel that he has a responsibility to do his own research, as a mark of respect both to the poet and to the audience. A better rendition by Benedict would be a real treasure. Wish you all the best. Arlo.
@anosensei Жыл бұрын
If you are interested in an analysis of this poem, please click here: kzfaq.info/get/bejne/htWGrJir27iueJc.html
@anosensei Жыл бұрын
If you are interested in an analysis of this poem, please click here: kzfaq.info/get/bejne/htWGrJir27iueJc.html