Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest, which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still! WORDSWORTH-Тo a Skylark. Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine: Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine: Type of the wise who soar, but never roam: True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home! 8. WORDSWORTH-To a Skylark. Thou hast a nest, for thy love and thy rest, t. WORDSWORTH-To a Skylark. e. WORDSWORTH-The Green Linnet. MARTLET. The martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze, Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd, The air is delicate. f. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 6. MOCKING-BIRD. MATTHEW ARNOLD-Philomela. Line 1. As nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light. k. PHILIP J. BAILEY--Festus. Sc. Home. It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lov'rs' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word. 1. m. "Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird! Oh, idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. COLERIDGE-The Nightingale. Line 13. "Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music! n. COLERIDGE The Nightingale. Line 43. Sweet bird that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past or coming void of care, Well pleased with delights which present The nightingales are singing On leafy perch aloft. r. HEINE-Book of Songs. New Spring. The nightingale's sweet music S. HEINE-Book of Songs. New Spring. Adieu! Adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:-do I wake or sleep? t. KEATS-To a Nightingale. O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly Hours lead on propitious May. d. MILTON-Sonnet. To the Nightingale. Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical most melancholy! Thee, chantress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy evening-song. e. MILTON - Penseroso. Line 61. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day; First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, f. Portend success in love; MILTON-Sonnet. To the Nightingale. The nightingale now wanders in the vines: Her passion is to seek roses. g. LADY MONTAGU. The bird that sings on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest: In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility. h. MONTGOMERY-Humility. I said to the Nightingale; 'Hail, all hail! Pierce with thy trill the dark, When the earth grows pale and dumb." Birds. Yon nightingale, whose strain so sweetly flows, Mourning her ravish'd young or much-loved mate, The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, Raptures. St. 1. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the feartul hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. 0. Romeo and Juliet. Act. III. Sc. 5. One nightingale in an interfluous wood O Nightingale, Cease from thy enamoured tale. 1. SHELLEY-Scenes from 66 Magico Prodigioso." Sc. 3. Lend me your song, ye nightingales! O, pour The mazy-running soul of melody Into my varied verse! 1'. THOMSON-The Seasons. Spring. Line 573. The rose looks out in the valley, To the rosy vale, where the nightingale t. GIL VICENTE-The Nightingale. -Under the linden, On the meadow, Where our bed arranged was, --There now you may find e'en Broken flowers and crushed grass. --Near the woods, down in the vale, Sweetly sang the nightingale. น. WALTER VON DER VOGELWEIDETrans. in The Minnesinger of GerUnder the Linden. many. In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, Dull, hated, despised in the sunshine hour, But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away! Oh, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl, Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl! BARRY CORNWALL--The Owl. C. When cats run home and light is come, k. The lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade, Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed. YOUNG--Love of Fame. 1. BIRD OF PARADISE. Satire V. Line 209. Those golden birds that, in the spice time drop About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food Whose scent hath lur'd them o'er the summer flood; And those that under Araby's soft sun PARTRIDGE. Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!-'Tis no sport for peas Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unblooded beak? Act III. Sc. 2. Henry VI. Pt. II. PEACOCK. For everything seem'd resting on his nod, St. 74. To frame the little animal, provide The shining bellies of the fly require; fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tale. GAY--Rural Sports. Canto I. q. Line 177. |