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... cloud ! Thou that hadst etherial birth , Thou hast stoop'd too near the earth , And the hunter's shaft hath found thee : -Wherefore didst thou leave thy place , Creature of a kingly race ? Wert thou weary of thy throne ? Was the sky's ...
... cloud ! Thou that hadst etherial birth , Thou hast stoop'd too near the earth , And the hunter's shaft hath found thee : -Wherefore didst thou leave thy place , Creature of a kingly race ? Wert thou weary of thy throne ? Was the sky's ...
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... clouds - that pleases him , He chooses it the rather . Fond of the speculative height , Thither he wings his airy flight , And thence securely sees The bustle and the raree - show , That occupy mankind below , Secure , and at his ease ...
... clouds - that pleases him , He chooses it the rather . Fond of the speculative height , Thither he wings his airy flight , And thence securely sees The bustle and the raree - show , That occupy mankind below , Secure , and at his ease ...
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... The mother's woe doth pierce the air , Calling her nestling bird again ! All's vain the singer's heart is cold , : Its eye is dim - its fate is told ! THE NIGHTINGALE . Coleridge . No cloud , no relique WOODNOTES . 23.
... The mother's woe doth pierce the air , Calling her nestling bird again ! All's vain the singer's heart is cold , : Its eye is dim - its fate is told ! THE NIGHTINGALE . Coleridge . No cloud , no relique WOODNOTES . 23.
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Wood-notes. THE NIGHTINGALE . Coleridge . No cloud , no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the west ; no long thin slip Of sullen light , no obscure trembling hues . Come , we will rest on this old mossy bridge ! You see the glimmer ...
Wood-notes. THE NIGHTINGALE . Coleridge . No cloud , no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the west ; no long thin slip Of sullen light , no obscure trembling hues . Come , we will rest on this old mossy bridge ! You see the glimmer ...
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... moon was lost behind a cloud , Hath heard a pause of silence , till the moon Emerging , hath awaken'd earth and sky With one sensation , and these wakeful birds Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy , As if WOODNOTES . 27.
... moon was lost behind a cloud , Hath heard a pause of silence , till the moon Emerging , hath awaken'd earth and sky With one sensation , and these wakeful birds Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy , As if WOODNOTES . 27.
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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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Page 101 - 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.
Page 45 - 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...
Page 43 - 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.
Page 25 - ... 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...
Page 45 - 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.
Page 29 - 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...
Page 44 - 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...
Page 102 - 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.
Page 11 - 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.
Page 120 - 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.