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The Nightingale

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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;
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 doleful'st ditty,
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MAHTAB BANGALEE 12 September 2021

Nightingale- the faithful flatterer!

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Laurens S 13 January 2009

My favorite poem of all time

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