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First Line: The nightingale, as soon as april bringeth
Last Line: Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth.
Variant Title(s): Philomela;sonnet: 4
Subject(s): Birds; Love; Nightingales


The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth
Unto her rested sense a perfect waking,
While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth,
Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making.
And mournfully bewailing
Her throat in tunes expresseth.
What grief her breast oppresseth
For Tereus' force on her chaste will prevailing.
Oh Philomela fair, O take some gladness,
That here is juster cause of plaintful sadness:
Thine earth now springs, mine fadeth;
Thy thorn without, my thorn my heart invadeth.





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