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As when, complaining in melodious groans,
Sweet Philomel, beneath a poplar shade,
Mourns her lost young, which some rough village hind
Observing, from their nest, unfledged, has stole:
She weeps all night; and, perched upon a bough,
With plaintive notes repeated fills the grove.
The Works of Virgil: Translated Into English Blank Verse (1731)
When in her turn the moon obscure withdraws
Her light, and setting stars persuade to sleep:
Lonely she pines within the empty court,
Lies on the couch which just before []he left;
Him absent, absent still she hears and sees.
The Works of Virgil: Translated Into English Blank Verse (1731)