Woodnotes: For All SeasonsW.S. Orr & Company, 1842 - 144 psl. |
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... strain , Let me lose my suit or gain . Then search , worthy gentles , the cupboard's close nook ; To the lord , and still more to the lady , we look : Custom warrants the suit , let it still then bear sway , And your Crow , as in duty ...
... strain , Let me lose my suit or gain . Then search , worthy gentles , the cupboard's close nook ; To the lord , and still more to the lady , we look : Custom warrants the suit , let it still then bear sway , And your Crow , as in duty ...
25 psl.
... strain , And many a poet echoes the conceit ; Poet who hath been building up the rhyme , When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs Beside a brook in mossy forest - dell , By sun or moonlight , to the influxes Of shapes and sounds ...
... strain , And many a poet echoes the conceit ; Poet who hath been building up the rhyme , When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs Beside a brook in mossy forest - dell , By sun or moonlight , to the influxes Of shapes and sounds ...
26 psl.
... strains . My friend , and thou , our sister ! we have learnt A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices , always full of love And joyance ! ' Tis the merry Nightingale , That crowds , and hurries , and precipitates ...
... strains . My friend , and thou , our sister ! we have learnt A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices , always full of love And joyance ! ' Tis the merry Nightingale , That crowds , and hurries , and precipitates ...
28 psl.
... strain again ? Full fain it would delay me ! My dear babe , Who , capable of no articulate sound , Mars all things with his imitative lisp , How he would place his hand beside his ear , His little hand , the small fore - finger up , And ...
... strain again ? Full fain it would delay me ! My dear babe , Who , capable of no articulate sound , Mars all things with his imitative lisp , How he would place his hand beside his ear , His little hand , the small fore - finger up , And ...
49 psl.
... The Robin blithe is seen The fragrant bowers among , Flitting away on the wings of love In the highest strain of song , E Fair Summer's heats oppress ' Neath equinoctial beams , When. WOODNOTES . 49 The Robin Redbreast Shrewsbury Chronicle.
... The Robin blithe is seen The fragrant bowers among , Flitting away on the wings of love In the highest strain of song , E Fair Summer's heats oppress ' Neath equinoctial beams , When. WOODNOTES . 49 The Robin Redbreast Shrewsbury Chronicle.
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amidst Barry Cornwall billow blast blest Blue Bird boughs bowers breast breeze bright Carrion Crow hath Charlotte Smith cheer crested Lark Crystal water delight dost thou doth E'er earth farewell feather'd FLAMINGO flight floats flowers flutter Fondly gale gentle glow GOLDFINCH green GREEN LINNET grove hail Hark hear heart heaven Hither Horned Owl Hurdis hush despair Lark linked chain Linnet lonely love good morrow merry night Nightingale noontide notes will hush perch'd pinions plumes rest rill rove sequester'd shade sing skies Skylark soft soon soothe sorrow spindle tree spray spring Stormy Petrel strain summer sunshine Swallow sweet bird sweet emotions tender song thine thou art Thou lt thou shalt thrush thy little Thy plaintive Thy tuneful notes thy wing Tibullus vale vernal voice wandering warblings waves weary wild winds woodland woods
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43 psl. - 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.
79 psl. - 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.
66 psl. - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
45 psl. - 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.
10 psl. - THEBE is a bird who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow ; A great frequenter of the church, Where bishop-like he finds a perch, And dormitory too.
44 psl. - 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...
80 psl. - 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.
11 psl. - 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.
62 psl. - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost.
27 psl. - Glides through the pathways; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid ! and oft, a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence...