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... dark eye is sad , gentle Dove ; And e'en in the varying tones of thy coo , There's an accent of sadness and tenderness too , Like the soft farewell whisper of love . The eagle is queen of the cliff and the wave , And she flaps her wild ...
... dark eye is sad , gentle Dove ; And e'en in the varying tones of thy coo , There's an accent of sadness and tenderness too , Like the soft farewell whisper of love . The eagle is queen of the cliff and the wave , And she flaps her wild ...
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... dark design , To make each well - stored nest a prey , If dusky hues denote them thine , Will draw his pilfering hands away . The finch a spangled robe may wear , The nightingale delightful sing , The lark ascend most high in air , The ...
... dark design , To make each well - stored nest a prey , If dusky hues denote them thine , Will draw his pilfering hands away . The finch a spangled robe may wear , The nightingale delightful sing , The lark ascend most high in air , The ...
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... dark , If ye saw it beside some hearts . I have seen the friend spring out as a foe , And the guest waylay his host , And many a right arm strike a blow The lips never dared to boast . I have seen the soldier millions adored Do other ...
... dark , If ye saw it beside some hearts . I have seen the friend spring out as a foe , And the guest waylay his host , And many a right arm strike a blow The lips never dared to boast . I have seen the soldier millions adored Do other ...
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... darkness shroud all below , What triumph and glee to the last will be For the sateless Carrion Crow ! [ dead , THE WILD DUCK AND HER BROOD . Graham . How calm that little lake ! no breath of wind Sighs through the reeds ; a clear abyss ...
... darkness shroud all below , What triumph and glee to the last will be For the sateless Carrion Crow ! [ dead , THE WILD DUCK AND HER BROOD . Graham . How calm that little lake ! no breath of wind Sighs through the reeds ; a clear abyss ...
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... darkness its song , Now softens to music , as brighten the skies ; - Then up ere the dawn of day , Skylark , arise . Arise from the clover , and up to the cloud , Ere the sun leaves his chamber , in majesty proud , And , ere his light ...
... darkness its song , Now softens to music , as brighten the skies ; - Then up ere the dawn of day , Skylark , arise . Arise from the clover , and up to the cloud , Ere the sun leaves his chamber , in majesty proud , And , ere his light ...
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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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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 79 - 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 66 - 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...
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 10 - 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.
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 80 - 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 62 - 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.
Page 27 - 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...