James Thomson (Джеймс Томсон)

To the Nightingale

O nightingale, best poet of the grove,
That plaintive strain can ne'er belong to thee,
Blessed in the full possession of thy love:
O lend that strain, sweet Nighingale, to me!

'Tis mine, alas! to mourn a wretched fate:
I love a maid who all my bosom charms,
Yet lose my days without this lovely mate;
Inhuman fortune keeps her from my arms.

You happy birds! by nature's simple laws
Lead your soft lives, sustained by nature's fare;
You dwell wherever roving fancy draws,
And love and song is all your pleasing care:

But we, vain slaves of interest and of pride,
Dare not be blessed, lest envious tongues should blame;
And hence, in vain I languish for my bride!
O mourn with me, sweet bird, my hapless flame. 

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2. Farewell to Ravelrig
3. The Effects of Spring on Nature
4. On the Hoop
5. The Happy Man

Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер) To the Nightingale ("WHY from these shades, sweet bird of eve")

Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): Nightingale (Соловей)

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1728

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