Across the noisy street
I hear him careless throw
One warning utterance sweet;
Then faint at first, and low,
The full notes closer grow;
Hard, what a torrent gush!
They pour, they overflow--
Sing on, sing on, O thrush!
Henry Austin Dobson
Quotes , Source: Ballad of the Thrush
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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.
William Morris
Quotes , Source: Other Days
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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?
Thomas Tod Stoddart
Quotes , Source: The Angler's Trysting-Tree
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Hush!
With sudden gush
As from a fountain sings in yonder bush
The Hermit Thrush.
John Banister Tabb
Quotes , Source: Overflow
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At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.
William Wordsworth
Quotes , Source: Reverie of Poor Susan
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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.
William Wordsworth
Quotes , Source: The Tables Turned
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