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ARK! ah,
the Nightingale!
The tawny-throated! Hark! from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark--what pain! O wanderer from a Grecian shore, Still, after many years, in distant lands, Still nourishing in thy bewilder'd brain That wild, unquench'd, deep-sunken, old-world pain-- Say, will it never heal? And can this fragrant lawn With its cool trees, and night, And the sweet, tranquil Thames, And moonshine, and the dew, To thy rack'd heart and brain Afford no balm? Dost thou to-night behold Here, through the moonlight on this English grass, The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild? Dost thou again peruse With hot cheeks and sear'd eyes The too clear web, and thy dumb Sister's shame? Dost thou once more assay Thy flight, and feel come over thee, Poor Fugitive, the feathery change Once more, and once more seem to make resound With love and hate, triumph and agony, Lone Daulis, and the high Cephissian vale? Listen, Eugenia-- How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves! Again--thou hearest! Eternal Passion! Eternal Pain! Kolorowanki Kolorowanki dla dzieci Kolorowanki Scooby Chodziki Elektroniczna Niania Foteliki Hustawki Kojce Krzeselka Lezaczki Cars Blog Health and Beauty Caisno News Education News Movie Blog Home Improvement Brodzik, Parapet Dachowka, Drzwi Farba, Grzejnik Chicco Wozek Fotelik Chicco Food Blog Mobile Phone Blog Real Estate Blog Construction Industry Quality Furniture |
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