English poem
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When the South was a fervid nightingale, And she a chilling moon, ’Twas pity to see on the garden swards, Against Love’s laws, those rival lords As willow-wands lie strewn.
Versos English George Meredith V
Versos English George Meredith V
English poem
When the South was a fervid nightingale, And she a chilling moon, ’Twas pity to see on the garden swards, Against Love’s laws, those rival lords As willow-wands lie strewn.