He stood beside a cottage lone
And listened to a lute,
One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,
And the nightingale was mute.
-- Thomas K. Hervey (1799-1859)
-- The Devil's Progress
And listened to a lute,
One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone,
And the nightingale was mute.
-- Thomas K. Hervey (1799-1859)
-- The Devil's Progress
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