 | C. E. de Haas - 1928 - 334 pages
...all the wood thro'. The lark, linnet, throstle, and nightingale too; Winds over us whisper'd, flocks by us did bleat, And chirp went the grasshopper under...Her voice in the concert, as now I have found, Gave ev'ry thing else its agreeable sound. The first variety of nature poetry in Dr. Shairp's classification,... | |
 | C. E. de Haas - 1928 - 322 pages
...all the wood thro', The lark, linnet, throstle, and nightingale too; Winds over us whisper'd, flocks by us did bleat, And chirp went the grasshopper under...Her voice in the concert, as now I have found. Gave ev'ry thing else its agreeable sound. The first variety of nature poetry in Dr. Shairp's classification,... | |
 | English poetry - 1801 - 224 pages
...wood thro' , The lark, linnet, throstle, and the nightingale too ; Winds over us whisper'd , flocks by us did bleat , And chirp went the grasshopper under...gone : Her voice in the concert , as now I have found , Gives every ihing else its agreeable sound. Will not pitying power that bears me complain , Or' cure... | |
 | Manchester Literary Club - 1900 - 598 pages
...all the Wood thro'. The Lark, Linnet, Throstle, and Nightingale ton : Winds over us whispered, Flocks by us did bleat, And chirp went the Grasshopper under...are but lonely, the Melody's gone : Her Voice in the Consort, as now I have found. Gave ev'ry Thing else its agreeable Sound. Here is a charming conceit,... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - 1888 - 790 pages
...the wood through. The lark, linnet, throstle, and nightingale too ; Winds over us whispered, flocks by us did bleat, And chirp ! went the grasshopper under our feet. But now she is absent, though still they sing on, The woods are but lonely, the melody's gone : Her voice in the concert,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1106 pages
...the wood through, The lark, linnet, throstle, and nightingale too ; Winds over us whispered, flocks he thunder-drum of heaven, — Child of the Sun ! to thee 't is given To guard the though still they sing on, The woods are but lonely, the melody 's gone : Her voice in the concert,... | |
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The lark, linnet, throstle, and nightingale too ; Winds over us whisper'd, flocks by us did bleat, And chirp went the grasshopper under our feet : But now she is absent, though, still they sing on, The woods are but lonely, the melody's gone : Her voice... 
