 Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note, And the trembling throb in its mottled throat; There's a human look in its swelling breast. And the gentle curve of its lowly crest; And I often stop with the fear I feel, He runs so close to the rapid wheel....  Wreaths of Friendship: a Gift for the Young - Seite 70von Timothy Shay Arthur, Francis Channing Woodworth - 1849 - 228 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
...him as he springs, Circling the steeple with easy wings, Till across the dial his shade has passed, And the belfry edge is gained at last. 'Tis a bird...it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon — When the sexton cheerily rings for noon — When the clock strikes clear at morning light,... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1835 - 274 Seiten
...its swelling breast, And the gentle curve of its lowly crest; And I often stop with the fear I feelHe runs so close to the rapid wheel. Whatever is rung...it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon— When the sexton cheerly rings for noon— When the clock strikes clear at morning light—... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1837 - 266 Seiten
...him as he springs, Circling the steeple with easy wings, Till across the dial his shade has passed, And the belfry edge is gained at last. 'Tis a bird...tongue swings out to the midnight moonWhen the sexton cheerly rings for noon — When the clock strikes clear at morning light — When the child is waked... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 Seiten
...with the fear I feel — He runs so close to the rapid wheel. Whatever is rung on that noisy bellChime of the hour or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry...tongue swings out to the midnight moonWhen the sexton cheerly rings for noon — When the clock strikes clear at morning light — When the child is waked... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 Seiten
...the steeple with easy wings, Till across the dial his shade has pass'd, And the belfry edge is gain'd at last. 'Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note,...it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, When the sexton checrly rings for noon, When the clock strikes clear at morning light, When the... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Eliakim Littell - 1843 - 614 Seiten
...the steeple with easy wings, Till across the dial his shade has pass'd, And the belfry edge is gain'd at last. 'Tis a bird I love with its brooding note,...it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, When the sexton cheerily rings for noon, When the clock strikes clear at morning light, When... | |
 | The Dublin University Magazine.VOL.XXII July to December,1843 - 1843 - 770 Seiten
...throat ; There's a human look in its swelling breast, And the gentle curve of its lowlv crest ; And 1 often stop with the fear I feel, He runs so close...it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, ' When the sexton cheerily rings for noon, When the clock strikes clear at morning light, When... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 Seiten
...crest; And I often stop with the fear I feel, He runs so close to the rapid wheel. Whatever is runf on that noisy bell — Chime of the hour, or funeral...it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, When the sexton cheerly rings for noon, When the clock strikes clear at morning light, When the... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 324 Seiten
...with the fear I feel— He runs so close to the rapid wheel. Whatever is rung on that noisy bellChime of the hour or funeral knell— The dove in the belfry...it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon— When the sexton cheerly rings for noon— When the clock strikes clear at morning light—... | |
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