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NIGHTINGALE by CHRISTIAN CARSTAIRS

First Line: O! COULD MY SWEET PLAINT LULL TO REST
Last Line: WITH THE THORN AT MY BREAST.
Subject(s): BIRDS; NIGHTINGALES;
O! could my sweet plaint lull to rest,
Soften one sigh -- as thou dreamst,
I'd sit the whole night on thy tree,
And sing, -- -- sing, -- --
With the thorn at my breast.


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