 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 sayfa
...A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance ! "Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries,...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chaunt, and disburden his full soul Of all its music ! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 sayfa
...learnt A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices always full of love Andjoyancel 'Tis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries,...that an April night Would be too short for him to ntter forth His love-chant, and diaburthen his full soul Of all its music ! and I know a grove Of large... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 sayfa
...nature there is nothing melancholy. * * * 'Tis the mcrrry nightingale That crowds, mid hurries, ami precipitates With fast, thick warble his delicious...an April night Would be too short for him to utter fortli His lone chant, and disburden his full soul Of all its music ! I know a grove Of large extent,... | |
 | 1898 - 496 sayfa
...Conversation Poem': "A melancholy bird ? Oh ! idle thought ! In Nature there is nothing melancholy. 'tis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries,...precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes As lie were fearful that an april night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant and disburthen... | |
 | 1915 - 598 sayfa
...rhythmically. COLERIDGE, EXPERIMENT XIII Tis the merry nightingale Beside a brook in mossy forest dell, That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 260 sayfa
...40 A different lore: we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance! *Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries,...precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, 45 As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 356 sayfa
...40 A different lore: we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance! Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries,...love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard by a casde huge, 50 Which the great lord inhabits not; and... | |
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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... 
