And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a… — Czeslaw Milosz Copy Share Image
If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrances I most would want to see and hear and smell--among all… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
O thrush, your song is passing sweet, But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang… — William Morris Copy Share Image
Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no,… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout… — George Meredith Copy Share Image
When loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And songs in… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
The song of thrush and blackbird, joy that falls so gently on the ears to celebrate another day of life and living,… — John McLeod Copy Share Image
Nowadays, people are so jeezled up. If they took some chamomile tea and spent more time rocking on the porch in the… — Tasha Tudor Copy Share Image
In spring more mortal singers than belong To any one place cover us with song. Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The day of fire is coming, the thrush will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
When a caterpillar eats a leaf, then a thrush eats the caterpillar, or when a hawk eats the thrush only 5 to… — Richard Heinberg Copy Share Image
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;... — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
True worship comes from people who are deeply emotional and who love deep and sound doctrine. Strong affections for God rooted in… — John Piper Copy Share Image
Men had reached into the scrub and along its boundaries, had snatched what they could get and had gone away, uneasy in… — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Copy Share Image
“Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
[Glenn] Thrush's emails to [Hillary] Clinton campaign chairman John Podesta were splashed across screens in newspapers nationwide. Thrush was criticized for sharing… — Donna Brazile Copy Share Image
When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies.… — W. H. Davies Copy Share Image
Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry, As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush. — Ebenezer Elliott Copy Share Image
“A thrush, because I'd been wrong, Burst rightly into song In a world not vague, not lonely, Not governed by me only.” — Richard Wilbur Copy Share Image
I never heard a wood thrush until I was a grown man, though I must have been surrounded by them every spring.… — Louis J. Halle Copy Share Image
Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush. — John B. Tabb Copy Share Image
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