No man had ever heard a nightingale, When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred To study and define -- what is a… — Emma Lazarus Copy Share Image
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There as I passed, with careless… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
You put a spell on the dog," I said as we left the house. "Just a small one," said Nightingale. "So magic… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Even the song of birds, which we can bring under no musical rule, seems to have more freedom, and therefore more for… — Immanuel Kant Copy Share Image
Kathy Nightingale: What's good about sad? Sally Sparrow: It's happy for deep people. — Steven Moffat Copy Share Image
Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout, Touched by light, with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out.… — John Keble Copy Share Image
It is quiet and peaceful here, the air is good, there are numerous gardens, and in them nightingales sing and spies lurk… — Maxim Gorky Copy Share Image
But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Earl Nightingale never let a day go by that he didn`t learn something new and, in turn, pass it on to others.… — Steve King Copy Share Image
Most of us live for the critic, and he lives on us. He doesn't sacrifice himself. He gets so much a line… — William Morris Hunt Copy Share Image
When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the… — Rumi Copy Share Image
It would be as naive to study the song of the nightingale, as it would be ridiculous to try and win a… — David Bronstein Copy Share Image
“My love, you are driving the entire world mad. The nightingales are committing suicide one by one out of jealousy of your… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
In the enemy's territory, be as silent as the owl's wings; in friend's territory, be as cheerful as the nightingale's songs. — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose? — Rumi Copy Share Image
Actually I'd always thought he sat in the library with a slim volume of metaphysical poetry until the commissioner called him on… — Ben Aaronovitch Copy Share Image
Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Observers in the full enjoyment of their bodily senses pity me, but it is because they do not see the golden chamber… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice,… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
