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" Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :  "
The Works of William Shakespeare - Page 134
by William Shakespeare - 1812
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Anthologia Anglica, a new selection from the English poets from Spenser to ...

Anthologia Anglica - 1873 - 512 pages
...FALSE FRIENDSHIP. As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made ; Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring. Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leaned her...
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Parnassus

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 pages
...THE NIGHTINGALE. As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did Every thins did banish moan. Save the nightingale alone. She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leaned her...
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Parnassus

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 pages
...alone. She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leaned her breast against a thorn, And there Mmg the dolefulest ditty, That to hear it was great pity. Fie, fie. fie! now would she cry; Tereu, teren, by and by : That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain; For her gnefs so...
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The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes ...

Casket - 1874 - 840 pages
...BY 8HAK8PEARE. Ae it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and planta did spring : Everything did banish moan. Bave the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all...
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Parnassus

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 584 pages
...merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap, aml birds did sing. Trees did grow, and plants did spring,...nightingale alone. She, poor bird, as all forlorn. Leaned her breast against a thorn, Amt there sun¡; the dolefulest ditty, That to hear it was great...
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Parnassus

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 pages
...THE NIGHTINGALE. As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting iu a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap, and birds...sing. Trees did grow, and plants did spring, Every thhi!; did banUh moan, Save the nightingale alone. She, poor bird, as all forlorn. Leaned her breast...
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A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2

William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 pages
...THE NIGHTINGALE. As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring ; Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone. She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leaned her...
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Three centuries of English poetry: selections from Chaucer to Herrick, with ...

Rosaline Orme Masson - 1876 - 460 pages
...signature'Ignoto,'and also a sonnet bearing his name. AS IT FELL UPON A DAY. As it fell upon a day Which a grove of Myrtles made, Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring, Everything did banish moan, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Save the Nightingale...
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Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical ..., Volume 1

Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 pages
...versification : As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade, Which nd@ - ; Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone ; She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leaned her...
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The Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2

William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 424 pages
...spring ; Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone. She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Leaned her breast up-till a thorn ; And there sung the doleful'st ditty That to hear it was great pity. Fie, Re, fie ! now would she cry ; Teru, teru, by and by ; That, to hear her so complain, Scarce I could...
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