Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Thrush
Across the noisy street I hear him careless throw One warning utterance sweet; Then faint at first, and low, The full notes closer grow; Hark, what a torrent gush! They pour, they overflow Sing on, sing on, O thrush! Austin DobsonBallad of the Thrush.
O thrush, your song is passing sweet, But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young. Wm. MorrisOther Days.
I said to the brown, brown thrush: Hushhush! Through the woods full strains I hear Thy monotone deep and clear, Like a sound amid sounds most fine. D. M. MulockA Rhyme About Birds.
Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! Meet the moon upon the lea; Are the emeralds of the spring On the anglers trysting-tree? Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me, Are there buds on our willow-tree? Buds and birds on our trysting-tree? Thomas Tod StoddartThe Anglers Trysting-Tree.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. WordsworthThe Tables Turned.