Through adversity I rise, through seclusion, I fall,
Sing on, sweet bird! may no worse hap befall
Free as thine shall be my song;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Should make all nature lovelier, and itself
As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.
Line 1: Elzuwolf – Without Me http://www.protagonize.com/poem/lue-ky-rowning/41456
Line 2: John Clare – The Nightingale’s Nest
Line 3: Anne Finch – To the Nightingale
Line 4: Wordsworth – The Nightingale
Line 5: Lord Byron – and thou art dead, as young and fair
Line 6: John Keats – Ode to a Nightingale
I... Don't even know. Apologies poets of new and old for massacring your beautiful lines.