Kentish lyrics, sacred, rural, and miscellaneous; . e brown nightingale, hail! Down in the lone copse, where glittering dewdrops Gem the point of the thorn,Untiring thou singest from evening till morn,In soft modulations and countless vibrations, Now rapid, now slow—Impassioned, or falling as gently as snow. When the hawthorns in bloom, and its fragrant perfume On the night breezes float,Then the nightingale pours forth her amorous in woodlands and dells all peerless she swells Her hymns loftiest flight,Like an angel sent down to sing through the night. Kentish Lyrics. 119 Hail, beaut
Kentish lyrics, sacred, rural, and miscellaneous; . e brown nightingale, hail! Down in the lone copse, where glittering dewdrops Gem the point of the thorn,Untiring thou singest from evening till morn,In soft modulations and countless vibrations, Now rapid, now slow—Impassioned, or falling as gently as snow. When the hawthorns in bloom, and its fragrant perfume On the night breezes float,Then the nightingale pours forth her amorous in woodlands and dells all peerless she swells Her hymns loftiest flight,Like an angel sent down to sing through the night. Kentish Lyrics. 119 Hail, beautiful bird ! ever since I first beard Thy heart-thrilling song,I mourn that thou always art absent so fluttering wing just opens in spring, But ere midsummer dawn,And blossom expand into fruit, thou art gone. Methinks the pure song of thy affluent tongue On Nativitys mornWas taught thee by angels, when Jesus was sang in the night, and they sang in delight, Like thee, thou sweet bird;So the nightingales dear wherever shes 120 Kentish Lyrics.
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