Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN EVENING ADDRESS TO A NIGHTINGALE, SELECTION, by CUTHBERT SHAW First Line: Sweet bird! That, kindly perching near Last Line: "and opes a glorious passage to the skies.'" Subject(s): Birds; Nightingales | ||||||||
"Sweet bird! that, kindly perching near, Pourest thy plaints melodious in mine ear, Not like base worldlings, tutored to forgo The melancholy haunts of woe; Thanks for thy sorrow-soothing strain: For, surely, thou hast known to prove, Like me, the pangs of hopeless love; Else why so feelingly complain, And with thy pious notes thus sadden all the grove?" "Say, dost thou mourn thy ravished mate, That oft enamoured on thy strains has hung? Or has the cruel hand of Fate Bereft thee of thy darling young? Alas, for both, I weep In all the pride of youthful charms, A beauteous bride torn from my circling arms! A lovely babe that should have lived to bless, And fill my doting eyes with frequent tears, At once the source of rapture and distress, The flattering prop of my declining years! In vain from death to rescue I essayed, By every art that science could devise, Alas! it languished for a mother's aid, And winged its flight to seek her in the skies. Then, O our comforts be the same, At evening's peaceful hour, To shun the noisy paths of wealth and fame, And breathe our sorrows in this lonely bower." "'Just Heaven,' I criedwith recent hopes elate, 'Yet I will livewill live, though Emma's dead So long bowed down beneath the storms of Fate, Yet will I raise my woe-dejected head! My little Emma, now my all, Will want a father's care, Her looks, her wants, my rash resolves recall, And for her sake the ills of life I'll bear: And oft together we'll complain, Complaint, the only bliss my soul can know, From me my child shall learn the mournful strain, And prattle tales of woe. And O in that auspicious hour, When Fate resigns her persecuting power, With duteous zeal her hand shall close, No more to weepmy sorrow-streaming eyes, When death gives misery repose, And opes a glorious passage to the skies.'" | 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 A MONODY ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY, SELECTION by CUTHBERT SHAW |
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