<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Nightingales - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44558]]></link><description><![CDATA[The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44558</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!  Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among,  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44552]]></link><description><![CDATA[Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!  Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among,   I woo, to hear thy even-song.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44552</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;  Thou with fresh ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44553]]></link><description><![CDATA[O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still;  Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill   While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44553</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,  Portend success in ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44554]]></link><description><![CDATA[Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill,  Portend success in love.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44554</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I said to the Nightingale: "Hail, all hail!  Pierce with thy trill the dark,   Like a glittering ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44555]]></link><description><![CDATA[I said to the Nightingale: "Hail, all hail!  Pierce with thy trill the dark,   Like a glittering music-spark,    When the earth grows pale and dumb."]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44555</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Yon nightingale, whose strain so sweetly flows, Mourning her ravish'd young or much-loved mate,  A soothing charm o'er all ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44556]]></link><description><![CDATA[Yon nightingale, whose strain so sweetly flows, Mourning her ravish'd young or much-loved mate,  A soothing charm o'er all the valleys throws   And skies, with notes well tuned to her and state.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44556</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hark! that's the nightingale, Telling the self-same tale  Her song told when this ancient earth was young:   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44557]]></link><description><![CDATA[Hark! that's the nightingale, Telling the self-same tale  Her song told when this ancient earth was young:   So echoes answered when her song was sung    In the first wooded vale.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44557</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing,  But divine melodious truth. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44546]]></link><description><![CDATA[Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing,  But divine melodious truth.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44546</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream,  Up the hill-side; and now ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44547]]></link><description><![CDATA[Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream,  Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep   In the next valley-glades:    Was it a vision, or a waking dream?     Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44547</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down;  The voice I hear this ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44548]]></link><description><![CDATA[Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down;  The voice I hear this passing night was heard   In ancient days by emperor and clown.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44548</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout,  Touched by light, with heavenly warning   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44549]]></link><description><![CDATA[Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout,  Touched by light, with heavenly warning   Your transporting chords ring out.    Every leaf in every nook,     Every wave in every brook,      Chanting with a solemn voice       Minds us of our better choice.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44549</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44550]]></link><description><![CDATA[To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44550</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[What bird so sings, yet does so wail? O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale--  Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, she cries, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44551]]></link><description><![CDATA[What bird so sings, yet does so wail? O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale--  Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, she cries,   And still her woes at midnight rise.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44551</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA['Tis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates  With fast thick warble his delicious notes,   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44542]]></link><description><![CDATA['Tis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates  With fast thick warble his delicious notes,   As he were fearful that an April night    Would be too short for him to utter forth     His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul      Of all its music!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44542</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours, Of winter's past or coming void of care,  Well pleased with ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44543]]></link><description><![CDATA[Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours, Of winter's past or coming void of care,  Well pleased with delights which present are,   Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44543</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Like a wedding-song all-melting Sings the nightingale, the dear one. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44544]]></link><description><![CDATA[Like a wedding-song all-melting Sings the nightingale, the dear one.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44544</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang,  The apple into blossom burst,   To ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44545]]></link><description><![CDATA[The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang,  The apple into blossom burst,   To life the grass and violets sprang.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44545</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I have head the nightingale herself. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44538]]></link><description><![CDATA[I have head the nightingale herself.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44538</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hark! ah, the nightingale-- The tawny-throated!  Hark from that moonlit cedar what a burst!   What triumph! hark!--what ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44539]]></link><description><![CDATA[Hark! ah, the nightingale-- The tawny-throated!  Hark from that moonlit cedar what a burst!   What triumph! hark!--what pain!    . . . .     Again--thou hearest?      Eternal passion!       Eternal pain!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44539</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44540]]></link><description><![CDATA[For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44540</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA["Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought!  In nature there is nothing melancholy. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44541]]></link><description><![CDATA["Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought!  In nature there is nothing melancholy.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/44541</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May,  Sitting in a pleasant shade   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/26607]]></link><description><![CDATA[As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May,  Sitting in a pleasant shade   Which a grove of myrtles made.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/26607</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale.  Come, darkness, moonrise, everything   That ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/24101]]></link><description><![CDATA[The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale.  Come, darkness, moonrise, everything   That is so silent, sweet, and pale:    Come, so ye wake the nightingale.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/24101</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;  It is the hour when ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/14250]]></link><description><![CDATA[It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard;  It is the hour when lovers' vows   Seem sweet in every whispered word;    And gentle winds, and waters near,     Make music to the lonely ear.      Each flower the dews have lightly wet,       And in the sky the stars are met,        And on the wave is deeper blue,         And on the leaf a browner hue,          And in the heaven that clear obscure,           So softly dark, and darkly pure.            Which follows the decline of day,             As twilight melts beneath the moon away.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/14250</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think  The nightingale, if ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/10774]]></link><description><![CDATA[The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think  The nightingale, if she should sing by day   When every goose is cackling, would be thought    No better a musician than the wren.     How many thing by season seasoned are      To their right praise and true perfection!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/10774</guid></item></channel></rss>