“[Before]
Just two or three sweet chords, that seemed
An echo of thy tone,—
The cushat's song was on the wind
And mingled with thine own.”

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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