 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atllt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined...— In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best ' Now Is the high-tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding back with a... | |
 | 1849 - 648 pàgines
...little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illuminated being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...sings ; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nestIn the nice ear of nature which song is the best. Now is the high tide of the year, And whatever... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1850 - 292 pàgines
...sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, A-tilt...wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and rings ; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest : In the nice ear of Nature which song is the... | |
 | 1851 - 856 pàgines
...some happy creature's palace ; Tlit littíe bird sits at hit door in tïie sun A lilt like a Mossotn among the leaves, And lets his Illumined being o'errun...flutters and sings — He sings to the wide world, ¡she to her neat." Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how ; Everything is happy now, Everything is... | |
 | 1851 - 608 pàgines
...some happy creature's palace ; The little bird iits al his door in the sun Alill like a blassnm amnng the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With...heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings — He sinirs 10 the wide world, she to her nest. Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how ; Everything is happy... | |
 | 1851 - 792 pàgines
...happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in tltc sun Atilt like « MA'ÍSO1M awony the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With...beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast Hutte» and sings — He sings to the wide world, she to her neat." Joy comes, grief gocs, we know... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1852 - 356 pàgines
...leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of Summer it receives. A DAY IN JUNE. 127 His mate feels the eggs, beneath her wings, And the...— In the nice ear of nature which song is the best ? Now is the high-tide of the year. And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding back, with... | |
 | M. Edgeworth Lazarus - 1852 - 358 pàgines
...they had divided between them the ring of conjugal love, of which they are the symbol. " The thrush feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in...nest, In the nice ear of nature which song is the best ?" But see how love animates creatures in the spring. It develops their instinct in harmonies more... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1853 - 284 pàgines
...in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt...And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings ; f He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the... | |
 | 1854 - 362 pàgines
...there's never a leaf or a blade too mean To bo some happy creature's palace. The little bird sits at the door in the sun, Atilt, like a blossom, among the...beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast nutters and sings ; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of nature... | |
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The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves. And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings... 
