Thrushes Quotes

“In the gloamin' o' the wood
The throssil whusslit sweet.”

“The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill.”

“thrush”

“When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.”

“Thrush (bird)”

“Hush!
With sudden gush
As from a fountain sings in yonder bush
The Hermit Thrush.”

“Wikicommons: Turdidae”

“At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.”

“That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!”

“And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.”

“O thrush, your song is passing sweet,
But never a song that you have sung
Is half so sweet as thrushes sang
When my dear love and I were young.”

“I said to the brown, brown thrush:
"Hush—hush!
Through the wood's full strains I hear
Thy monotone deep and clear,
Like a sound amid sounds most fine."”

“Across the noisy street
I hear him careless throw
One warning utterance sweet;
Then faint at first, and low,
The full notes closer grow;
Hark, what a torrent gush!
They pour, they overflow—
Sing on, sing on, O thrush!”

“Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!
Meet the moon upon the lea;
Are the emeralds of the spring
On the angler's trysting-tree?
Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me,
Are there buds on our willow-tree?
Buds and birds on our trysting-tree?”