Thrushes Quotes

Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!
Meet the moon upon the lea;
Are the emeralds of the more

Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!
Meet the moon upon the lea;
Are the emeralds of the spring
On the angler's trysting-tree?
Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me,
Are there buds on our willow-tree?
Buds and birds on our trysting tree?

Hush!
With sudden gush
As from a fountain sings in yonder bush
The Hermit more

Hush!
With sudden gush
As from a fountain sings in yonder bush
The Hermit Thrush.

When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.

When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for more

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the more

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.

Across the noisy street
I hear him careless throw
One warning utterance sweet;
Then more

Across the noisy street
I hear him careless throw
One warning utterance sweet;
Then faint at first, and low,
The full notes closer grow;
Hard, what a torrent gush!
They pour, they overflow--
Sing on, sing on, O thrush!

O thrush, your song is passing sweet,
But never a song that you have sung
Is half more

O thrush, your song is passing sweet,
But never a song that you have sung
Is half so sweet as thrushes sang
When my dear love and I were young.

In the gloamin' o' the wood
The throssil whusslit sweet.

In the gloamin' o' the wood
The throssil whusslit sweet.

I said to the brown, brown thrush:
"Hush, hush!
Through the wood's full strains I hear
more

I said to the brown, brown thrush:
"Hush, hush!
Through the wood's full strains I hear
Thy monotone deep and clear,
Like a sound amid sounds most fine."