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Sonnet III To a Nightingale

Poor melancholy bird—-that all night long Tell'st to the Moon, thy tale of tender woe;

From what sad cause can such sweet sorrow flow,

And whence this mournful melody of song?

Thy poet's musing fancy would translate What mean the sounds that swell thy little breast,

When still at dewy eve thou leav'st thy nest,

Thus to the listening night to sing thy fate!

Pale Sorrow's victims wert thou once among,

Tho' now releas'd in woodlands wild to rove?

Say—-hast thou felt from friends some cruel wrong,

Or diedst thou—-martyr of disastrous love?

Ah! songstress sad! that such my lot might be,

To sigh and sing at liberty—-like thee!

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Charlotte Smith

Charlotte Turner Smith (4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806) was an English Romantic poet and novelist. She initiated a revival of the English sonnet, …

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