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" Thus well rendered by Dryden 



' So, close in poplar shades, her children gone, 

 The mother nightingale laments alone, 

 Whose nest some prying churl had found, and thence 

 By stealth conveyed the unfeathered innocents : 

 But she supplies the night with mournful strains, 

 And melancholy music fills the plains.'" 



