THE NIGHTINGALE. 



And that she did in pleasant use repeat 

 With sweet reports of heavenlie harmonic. 

 She showed great skil for times of unisone, 

 Her jug-jug-jug in griefe had such a grace. 

 Then stinted she, as if her song was done, 

 And ere that past, not f ul a furlonges space, 

 She 'gan again in melodic to melt ; 

 But one strange note I noted with the rest, 

 And that saith thus : Nemesis, Nemesis." 



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THE NIGHTINGALE. 



Milton's beautiful lines in " II Penseroso " are familiar 

 to all : 



" Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, 

 Most musical, most melancholy ! 

 Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, 

 I woo, to hear thy even-song." 



