Maxioms by Christina G. Rossetti
Hark! that's the nightingale,
Telling the self-same tale
Her song told when this ancient earth was young:
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Hark! that's the nightingale,
Telling the self-same tale
Her song told when this ancient earth was young:
So echoes answered when her song was sung
In the first wooded vale.
The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.
The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.
Before green apples blush,
Before green nuts embrown,
Why, one day in the country
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Before green apples blush,
Before green nuts embrown,
Why, one day in the country
Is worth a month in town.
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
And Paradise hath room for you and me and read more
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
There goes the swallow,--
Could we but follow!
Hasty swallow, stay,
Point us out read more
There goes the swallow,--
Could we but follow!
Hasty swallow, stay,
Point us out the way;
Look back swallow, turn back swallow, stop swallow.