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• I have heard the mavis singing Its love-song to the mo
  I 've seen the dew-drop clinging To the rose just newly born....
• Come o'er the moonlit sea, The waves are brightly glowing.
  -- Charles Jefferys (1807-1865) -- The Moonlit Sea...
• At length the morn and cold indifference came. -- Nicholas Rowe (1673-1718) -- The Fair Penitent, Act i, Sc.
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• A word in season spoken May calm the troubled breast.
  -- Charles Jefferys (1807-1865) -- A Word in Seaso...
• Come, wander with me, for the moonbeams are bright On river and forest, o'er mountain and lea.
  -- Charles Jefferys (1807-1865) -- Come, Meander with me...
• Meek and lowly, pure and holy, Chief among the "blessed three.
  -- Charles Jefferys (1807-1865) -- Charity...
• The bud is on the bough again, The leaf is on the tree.
  -- Charles Jefferys (1807-1865) -- The Meeting of Spring and Summe...
• Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine
  But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
• O I met a girl across the sea =`\<, She saved my life and came to me (=)/(=) A tender night of dark persuasion Could be my first and last occasion.