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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Three Maidens</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There were three maidens met on the highway; <br>The sun was down, the night was late: <br>And two sang loud with the birds of May, <br>O the nightingale is merry with its mate. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Said they to the youngest, Why walk you there so still? <br>The land is dark, the night is late: <br>O, but the heart in my side is ill, <br>And the nightingale will languish for its mate. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Said they to the youngest, Of lovers there is store; <br>The moon mounts up, the night is late: <br>O, I shall look on man no more, <br>And the nightingale is dumb without its mate. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Said they to the youngest, Uncross your arms and sing; <br>The moon mounts high, the night is late: <br>O my dear lover can hear no thing, <br>And the nightingale sings only to its mate. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They slew him in revenge, and his true-love was his lure; <br>The moon is pale, the night is late: <br>His grave is shallow on the moor; <br>O the nightingale is dying for its mate. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His blood is on his breast, and the moss-roots at his hair; <br>The moon is chill, the night is late: <br>But I will lie beside him there: <br>O the nightingale is dying for its mate.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a></strong></div>

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