Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NIGHTINGALES IN LINCOLNSHIRE, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: Well I remember how the nightingale Last Line: The night-bird warbled for all ears but mine? Subject(s): Birds; Nightingales | ||||||||
Well I remember how the nightingale, That linger'd in the genial South so long, Made his sweet trespass, broke his ancient pale, And brought into the North his wondrous song. But, when I thought to hear his first sweet bar, He sang a mile away: I could not seek His chosen haunt, for I was faint and weak: Alas! I cried, so near and yet so far: Kind nature gathered all the sounds I love About my window; lowings of the kine, The thrush, the linnet, and the cooing dove; But out, alas! how should I not repine, When, scarce a mile beyond my garden grove, The night-bird warbled for all ears but mine? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY THE NIGHTINGALE IN BADELUNDA by TOMAS TRANSTROMER THE NIGHTINGALE by PAUL VERLAINE ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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