 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...  The Domestic Habits of Birds - Pàgina 284per James Rennie - 1833 - 379 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 478 pàgines
...melancholy bird! Oh, idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. * * * 'Tis the merrry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast,...warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that i111 April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His hme chant, and disburden his full soul... | |
 | 1856 - 754 pàgines
...may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of love And joyance ! Tis the merry nithingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates, With fast...Would be too short for him to utter forth His love - chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! and I know a grove Of large extent, hard by... | |
 | James Hamilton - 1856 - 984 pàgines
...thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance ! 'Tis the me>-ry nightingale, That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast,...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chaunt, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! . . . . Far and near, In wood and thicket,... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1856 - 600 pàgines
...returned. Coleridge thus expresses his estimate of this favored songster : — " 'T!s the merry nightingale That crowds and hurries and precipitates With fast,...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburden his full soul Of all its music. " And oft a moment's space, What time the... | |
 | 1898 - 496 pàgines
...melancholy bird ? Oh ! idle thought ! In Nature there is nothing melancholy. 'tis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes As lie were fearful that an april night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant and disburthen... | |
 | 1915 - 598 pàgines
...rhythmically. COLERIDGE, EXPERIMENT XIII Tis the merry nightingale Beside a brook in mossy forest dell, That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 260 pàgines
...not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance! *Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, 45 As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 356 pàgines
...not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance! Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard... | |
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