Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious May ; Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in...
The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by ... - Page 167
by English poets - 1790
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