 | Early English newspapers - 1847 - 762 pages
...new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale ; An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird I thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy... | |
 | Goold Brown - English language - 1848 - 324 pages
...! rough power ; Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and pain. — Thomson. Sweet bird ! thy bow'r is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; » Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year. — Logan. Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister spirit, come away !' What is this absorbs me... | |
 | Lyman Cobb - Spellers - 1849 - 168 pages
...thy curious voice to hear, And imitates thy lay. Soon as the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fly'st the vocal vale ; An annual guest in other lands, Another...hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year. О ! could I fly, I'd fly with thee ; We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe,... | |
 | 1885 - 1050 pages
...of this wild and frosty day in reminiscences of summer time. It is a pretty-sounding couplet, — " Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year," — but rather incongruous, he would think. Chickadee, dee, he calls, — chickadee, dee ; and though... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1879 - 372 pages
...been then more versed in poetry, I might have addressed him in the words of Logan to the cuckoo : " Sweet bird, thy bower Is ever green, Thy sky is ever...hast no sorrow In thy song, No winter in thy year. "Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We 'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe,... | |
 | Connie Robertson - Reference - 1998 - 686 pages
...underprivileged, the exclusive club of the excluded masses. LOGAN John 1748-1788 6459 To the Cuckoo (attributed) has been a very private, secretive activity. Herein pe LOGAU Friedrich von 1604-1655 6460 (translated by Longfellow) Though the mills of God grind slowly,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 2006 - 146 pages
...into the eyes, but dried up the heart ever after. One had been my fate, the other had been yours! [ - "Sweet bird, thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever...hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year." So they begin. It was the month of May; the cuckoo sang shrouded in some woody copse; the showers fell... | |
 | William Hazlitt - Authors, English - 2006 - 198 pages
...the eyes, but dried up the heart ever after. One had 124 been my fate, the other had been yours! [ - "Sweet bird, thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever...hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year/' So they begin. It was the month of May; the cuckoo sang shrouded in some woody copse; the showers fell... | |
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Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year... 
