Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LITTLE PRETTY NIGHTINGALE, by ANONYMOUS Last Line: "but yet, ye wot now whom I mean" Subject(s): Birds;love;nightingales | ||||||||
THE little pretty nightingale Among the leavès As green, I would I were with her all night: But yet, ye wot not whom I mean. The nightingale sat on a briar Among the thornès sharp and keen, And comfort me with merry cheer: But yet, ye wot not whom I mean. She did appear of all her kind A lady right well to be seen; With words of love, told me her mind: But yet, ye wot not whom I mean. It did me good on her to look: Her corse was clothèd all in green; Away from me her heart she took; But yet, ye wot not whom I mean. 'Lady,' I cried, with rueful moan, 'Have mind of me that true have been: For I love none but you alone.' But yet, ye wot not whom I mean. | 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 TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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