Woodnotes, for all seasons [an anthology].1842 |
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Wood-notes. The Humming Bird To the Crow that flies home at Night On Shooting a Moor - hen off her nest by mistake To the Wild Bullfinch , and those who know him in the THE WHITE DOVE . EMBLEM of Innocence ! spotless and. The Bird caught ...
Wood-notes. The Humming Bird To the Crow that flies home at Night On Shooting a Moor - hen off her nest by mistake To the Wild Bullfinch , and those who know him in the THE WHITE DOVE . EMBLEM of Innocence ! spotless and. The Bird caught ...
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... the little mendicants used to levy contributions on the good - nature of their fellow - citizens . One gift and we ' re gone ; Refuse ,. SONG OF THE SWALLOW . * A balmy night ! and , though the stars be. C 2 WOODNOTES . 19 Swallow Ibid.
... the little mendicants used to levy contributions on the good - nature of their fellow - citizens . One gift and we ' re gone ; Refuse ,. SONG OF THE SWALLOW . * A balmy night ! and , though the stars be. C 2 WOODNOTES . 19 Swallow Ibid.
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... night— Divine and universal tongue , Whither by bird or spirit sung ! But hark ! is that a sound we hear Come chirping from its throat : Faint — short — but weak , and very clear , And like a little grateful note ? Another ? ha ! look ...
... night— Divine and universal tongue , Whither by bird or spirit sung ! But hark ! is that a sound we hear Come chirping from its throat : Faint — short — but weak , and very clear , And like a little grateful note ? Another ? ha ! look ...
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... its soft bed of verdure . All is still : Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden. A balmy night ! and , though the stars be dim , Then up ere the break of day , Skylark ,. 24 WOODNOTES . The Nightingale Coleridge.
... its soft bed of verdure . All is still : Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden. A balmy night ! and , though the stars be dim , Then up ere the break of day , Skylark ,. 24 WOODNOTES . The Nightingale Coleridge.
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... night - wandering man , whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong , Or slow distemper , or neglected love , ( And so , poor wretch ! fill'd all things with him- self , And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale ...
... night - wandering man , whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong , Or slow distemper , or neglected love , ( And so , poor wretch ! fill'd all things with him- self , And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale ...
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art thou Barry Cornwall billow blest Blue Bird boughs bowers breast breeze bright brood Carrion Crow Charlotte Smith cheer cloud CUCKOO CURLEW dark delight dewy doth drest earth fair farewell feather'd flight flits flowers flutterer gale gentle gibbet glow GOLDFINCH green grove hail Hark hath hear heard heart heaven Horned Owl Linnet lonely love good morrow lovest minstrelsy morning mossy Neath nest night Nightingale noontide notes o'er PARROT pensive perch'd Petrel pinions plumage plumes Reckless thou rest rill ROBIN REDBREAST rock'd rude school-boy sequester'd shade sing skies Skylark soft song soothe sorrow soul spray spring stormy STORMY PETREL strain stream summer sunshine Swallow sweet bird tempests thee thine thou art Thou merry Lark thou shalt thrush thy wing tree vale vernal voice wandering warbling warm waves wild wind winter woods young
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第101页 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
第45页 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
第43页 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth, Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
第25页 - ... Most musical, most melancholy"* bird ! A melancholy bird? Oh! idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man, whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch ! filled all things with himself And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain : And many a poet echoes the conceit...
第45页 - To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
第29页 - A bird's nest. Mark it well ! — within, without ; No tool had he that wrought — no knife to cut, No nail to fix — no bodkin to insert — No glue to join ; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finished ! What nice hand. With every implement and means of art, And twenty years...
第44页 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice...
第102页 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
第11页 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No, not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
第120页 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ! Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The Schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.