DRAYTON-Legend of the Duke of Bird of the wilderness Blithesome and cumberless Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place. m. HOGG The Skylark. Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Blest is thy dwelling-place O to abide in the desert with thee! n. HOGG-The Skylark. Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. 0. HURDIS-The Village Curate. None but the lark so shrill and clear; p. Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine: Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine: Type of the wise who soar, but never roam True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home! S. WORDSWORTH-To a Skylark. Thou hast a nest, for thy love and thy rest, t. WORDSWORTH-To a Skylark. e. WORDSWORTH-The Green Linnet. MARTLET. The martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force and road of casualty. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 9. This guest of Summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath MATTHEW ARNOLD-Philomela. Line 1. As nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light. Sc. Home. k. PHILIP J. BAILEY--Festus. It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lov'rs' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word. BYRON-Parisina. St. 1. 1. m. "Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird! Oh, idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. COLERIDGE-The Nightingale. Line 13. "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! N. COLERIDGE-The Nightingale. Line 43. Sweet bird that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past or coming void of care, Well pleased with delights which present are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet smelling flowers. 0. DRUMMOND-Sonnet. The Nightingale. Like a wedding-song all-melting Sings the nightingale, the dear one. p. HEINE-Book of Songs. Donna Clara. The nightingale appear'd the first, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang. .. HEINE-Book of Songs. New Spring. The nightingales are singing On leafy perch aloft. r. No. 9. HEINE-Book of Songs. New Spring. The nightingale's sweet music S. HEINE-Book of Songs. New Spring. Adieu! Adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Was it a vision, or a waking dream? t. May. d. MILTON-Sonnet. To the Nightingale. Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical most melancholy! Thee, chantress, o't, the woods among, woo, to hear thy evening-song. e. MILTON-Il Penseroso. Line 61. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day; First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love; f. MILTON-Sonnet. To the Nightingale. The nightingale now wanders in the vines: Her passion is to seek roses. y. LADY MONTAGU. The bird that sings on highest wing, Sings in the shade when all things rest: h. MONTGOMERY-Humility. I said to the Nightingale; "Hail, all hail! Pierce with thy trill the dark, Like a glittering music-spark, When the earth grows pale and dumb." i. D. M. MULOCK--A Rhyme About Birds. Nightingale. Magico Prodigioso." Sc. 3. Lend me your song, ye nightingales! O, The rose looks out in the valley, To the rosy vale, where the nightingale t. GIL VICENTE-The Nightingale. -Under the linden, On the meadow, Where our bed arranged was, --There now you may find e'en Broken flowers and crushed grass. --Near the woods, down in the vale, Sweetly sang the nightingale. น. WALTER VON DER VOGELWEIDETrans. in The Minnesinger of GerUnder the Linden. many. In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, Dull, hated, despised in the sunshine hour, Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with himAll mock him outright, by day; But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away! Oh, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl, Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl! BARRY CORNWALL--The Orol. BIRDS-PEACOCK. When cats run home and light is come, k. The lady Cynthia, mistress of the shade, Goes, with the fashionable owls, to bed. YOUNG--Love of Fame. Satire V. 1. BIRD OF PARADISE. 29 Line 209. Those golden birds that, in the spice time drop Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peas Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest, But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unblooded beak? Henry VI. Pt. II. Act III. Sc. 2. 0. PEACOCK. For everything seem'd resting on his nod, St. 74. To frame the little animal, provide The shining bellies of the fly require; fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tale. GAY-Rural Sports. Canto I. .. Sc. 3 To Paradise, the Arabs say, Satan could never find the way Until the peacock led him in. LELAND-- The Peacock. O thou precious owl! Sir PHILIP SIDNEY-A Remedy for Love. r. Line 177. |