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THRUSHES
[ Also see Animals Birds ]

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, Ballad of the Thrush

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 (1), Other Days

In the gloamin' o' the wood
  The throssil whusslit sweet.
      - William Motherwell, Jeanie Morrison

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."
      - Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik),
        A Rhyme About Birds

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,
        The Angler's Trysting-Tree

Hush!
  With sudden gush
    As from a fountain sings in yonder bush
      The Hermit Thrush.
      - John Banister Tabb, Overflow

When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
  And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
         (pt. XCI)

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
  Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.
      - William Wordsworth, Reverie of Poor Susan

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, The Tables Turned


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