The Birds of Wordsworth Poetically, Mythologically, and Comparatively ExaminedHutchinson & Company, 1892 - 426 pages |
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amongst autumn Barn owl beautiful bird's bittern bough breast British Birds brood cage chant clouds cock colour cormorant creature crow cuckoo's egg dark death doth duck eagle earth eggs falcon Falconida favourite feathers feed female Fieldfare flight flying fowl golden golden eagle grove gull habit halcyon hatched hawk hear heard heart heaven hedge-sparrow heron icterine warbler kingfisher Lake Lake poet lark leaves lines linnet listen melody morning naturalist Nature nest never night nightingale nightjar notes o'er ornithologists osprey perch Philomel plumes poem poet's poetic poetry poets quails raven redbreast reference robin round sandpiper says seen Shakespeare sight sing skylark song sparrow species spring strain strange swallow swan sweet tells thee thou thrush Titmouse tree verse voice wagtails warbling Westmorland wild wind wings wonder woodlark woods word Wordsworth wren writes young cuckoo
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Page 175 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Page 176 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 199 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 403 - And there went forth a wind from the Lord, and brought quails from the sea, and let them fall by the camp, as it were a day's journey on this side, and as it were a day's journey on the other side, round about the camp, and as it were two cubits high upon the face of the earth.
Page 20 - There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
Page 180 - 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...
Page 266 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Page 397 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Page 174 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 103 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.