She recalls the pomegranate tree, because its leaves are cooling to the brow, its seed and blossom grateful to the sense, and because the nightingale is never distant from it.
"A Handbook to the Works of Browning (6th ed.)"
Mrs. Sutherland Orr
"You nightingale," he whispered, looking up at her, and the fervent admiration of his eyes made her heart throb.
"Only One Love, or Who Was the Heir"
Charles Garvice
Its light was like the song of the nightingale in the leaves overhead: it glowed, and throbbed, and grew strong, flooding the whole place where it lay.
"Moonshine & Clover"
Laurence Housman