_Nightingale and Thorn_ (Vol. viii., p. 527.).--Add Young's _Night
Thoughts_, Night First, vers. 440-445.:
"Griefs sharpest thorn hard pressing on my breast,
I strive with wakeful melody to cheer
The sullen gloom, sweet Philomel! like thee,
And call the stars to listen--every star
Is deaf to mine, enamour'd of thy lay."