Luyện nghe bài hát When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be

When I have fears that I may to be
Before my pen has my teeming brain,
Before piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the grain;

I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a romance,
And think that I may never to trace
shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, creature of an hour!
That I shall never look thee more,
have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love! -- on the shore

Of (this) wide I stand alone, and think
Till and Fame (and) nothingness (to) sink.

by John Keats (1795-1821)]