 tis the ravished nightingale. 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick song! who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till...  Dramatic Works of John Ford ... - Page 380by John Ford - 1827Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1901 - 376 pages
...Campaspe : — " Who is 't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear : Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she...robin red-breast tunes his note; Hark ! how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring." 57. Senseless! — "The cunning queen," observes Clarke,... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - American poetry - 1901 - 1080 pages
...Brave prick-song ! who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well : 75 The old oaken liobin Redbreast tunes his note; Hark, how the jolly cuckoos sing •' Cuckoo !" to welcome in the... | |
 | Frederic Lawrence Knowles - American poetry - 1901 - 494 pages
...Brave prick-song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat Poor robin-redbreast tunes his note ; Hark, how the jolly cuckoos sing ! Cuckoo to welcome in the spring,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1902 - 868 pages
...jug, jug, jug, tereu ! she cries. And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick -song! Who is Ч now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear...Robin Redbreast tunes his note ; Hark ! how the jolly cuckoos sing ! Cuckoo ! to welcome in the spring ! Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring. The same ecstatic... | |
 | Richard Garnett - English literature - 1903 - 466 pages
...nightingale. Jug, jug, jug, jug, teren! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise, Brave prick song ! Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill...robin redbreast tunes his note ! Hark how the* jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo ! to welcome in the spring. Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring. Greene's verses are... | |
 | Fitz Roy Carrington - English poetry - 1903 - 172 pages
...midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! who is 't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not...robin redbreast tunes his note ; Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing, "Cuckoo," to welcome in the spring ! "Cuckoo," to welcome in the spring ! From "Alexander... | |
 | Richard Garnett - English literature - 1903 - 468 pages
...is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; How at heaven's gates she claps her wings I The morn not waking till she sings. Hark, hark, with...robin redbreast tunes his note! Hark how the* jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo ! to welcome in the spring. Cuckoo 1 to weloome in the spring. Greene's verses... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1903 - 166 pages
...is't now we hear ? The morn not waking till she sings ! How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat Poor Robin red-breast tunes his note ! Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring— Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring ! " pu-we, tp-witta-woo!... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Edmund Gosse - English literature - 1904 - 446 pages
...nightingale. Jug, jug, jug, jug, teren! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise, Brave prick song ! Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill...robin redbreast tunes his note ! Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo! to welcome in the spring. Cuckoo ! to welcome in the spring. Greene's verses are... | |
 | John Addington Symonds - Drama - 1904 - 580 pages
...jug, jug, jug, tereu, she cries ; And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song I Who is 't now we hear? None but the lark, so shrill and clear...pretty throat Poor Robin red-breast tunes his note 1 Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing Cuckoo, to welcome in the springCuckoo, to welcome in the spring... | |
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