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TO THE NIGHTINGALE
Sweet Songster of the Woods and Grove!
Cease your melancholy Strain;
Alas too well I know, I Love,
Too sure I feel the pleasing Pain.
Sweet Songster of the Woods and Grove!
Cease your Strains, I know, I Love.
Cease your melancholy Strain;
Alas too well I know, I Love,
Too sure I feel the pleasing Pain.
Sweet Songster of the Woods and Grove!
Cease your Strains, I know, I Love.
Go, tell the Nymph, for whom I burn,
Tell my Phæbe what I feel,
Tell her, 'tis for her I mourn,
All the love-sick Tale reveal.
Sweet Songster of the Woods and Grove!
Go, tell my Phæbe, how I Love.
Tell my Phæbe what I feel,
Tell her, 'tis for her I mourn,
All the love-sick Tale reveal.
Sweet Songster of the Woods and Grove!
Go, tell my Phæbe, how I Love.
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Thou, that art the Bird of Love,
The Secret of my Soul impart;
For sure you cannot fail to move,
With thy warbled Airs, her Heart.
Sweet Songster of the Woods and Grove!
Tell this, and Oh!—She can't but Love.
The Secret of my Soul impart;
For sure you cannot fail to move,
With thy warbled Airs, her Heart.
Sweet Songster of the Woods and Grove!
Tell this, and Oh!—She can't but Love.
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