A bird of beauty sings among the trees, A silver strain, inviting, ever sweet, — The waters ripple in the murmuring breeze, That, to the minstrel, is an echo meet. Their ditty is a soothing to the ear — The tale they murmur hath a power to calm The... Martin Faber: The Story of a Criminal and Other Tales - Page 258 by William Gilmore Simms - 1837 Full view -
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