Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE NIGHTINGALE THAT WAS DROWNED, by PHILIP AYRES Poet's Biography First Line: Upon a bough, hung trembling o'er a spring Last Line: Nymphs, take my life, since you despise my song.' Subject(s): Birds; Nightingales | ||||||||
UPON a bough, hung trembling o'er a spring, Sate Philomel, to respite grief, and sing: Tuning such various notes, there seem'd to nest A choir of little songsters in her breast, Whilst Echo at the close of ev'ry strain, Return'd her music, note for note again. The jealous bird, who ne'er had rival known, Not thinking these sweet points were all her own; So fill'd with emulation was, that she Express'd her utmost art and harmony; Till as she eagerly for conquest tried, Her shadow in the stream below she spied: Then heard the waters bubbling, but mistook, And thought the nymphs were laughing in the brook; She then enrag'd, into the spring did fall, And in sad accents thus upbraids them all: 'Not Tereus self offer'd so great a wrong, Nymphs, take my life, since you despise my song.' | 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 ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES |
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