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[From folly and from noise remote]
From folly and from noise remote,
Sweet songstress of the midnight leisure!
Ah! sooth my soul with softer note
Than softest stop of Lydian measure!
My list'ning ear shall catch the tale,
And sympathize, sweet Nightingale.
Sweet songstress of the midnight leisure!
Ah! sooth my soul with softer note
Than softest stop of Lydian measure!
My list'ning ear shall catch the tale,
And sympathize, sweet Nightingale.
Shy warbler to the modest moon!
Melodious most deaf trees among,
Can nodding forests catch the tune?
Or rustling groves admire the song?
Why sing'st alone thy mournful tale,
And shun'st the day, sweet Nightingale?
Melodious most deaf trees among,
Can nodding forests catch the tune?
Or rustling groves admire the song?
Why sing'st alone thy mournful tale,
And shun'st the day, sweet Nightingale?
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Dost deem oft told the theme would fail,
Or notes oft prais'd be less admir'd?
Who could forget the mournful tale,
Or who of such a note be tir'd!
Birds waft with melody each gale,
But all seek thee, sweet Nightingale.
Or notes oft prais'd be less admir'd?
Who could forget the mournful tale,
Or who of such a note be tir'd!
Birds waft with melody each gale,
But all seek thee, sweet Nightingale.
Yet tell my fair the maxim's sure,
Joys more divided less delight;
To be pursued she need not lure,
And vulgar praise is beauty's blight.
Tell her her charms inspire the vale,
Her song like thine, sweet Nightingale.
Joys more divided less delight;
To be pursued she need not lure,
And vulgar praise is beauty's blight.
Tell her her charms inspire the vale,
Her song like thine, sweet Nightingale.
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