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.... Buds and Blossoms from Our Own Garden - Seite 70von Francis Channing Woodworth, Timothy Shay Arthur - 1854 - 227 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...— Chime of the hour or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon — When the sexton... | |
| William Jerdan, William Ring Workman, Frederick Arnold, John Morley, Charles Wycliffe Goodwin - 1835 - 878 Seiten
...love, with its brooding note, And the trembling throb in its mottled throat ; There's a human Took in its swelling breast. And the gentle curve of its...Whatever Is rung on that noisy bell— Chime of the hour, nr funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight... | |
| 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...bell— Chime of the hour, or funeral knell— The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon— When the sexton... | |
| 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...— Chime of the hour or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moonWhen the sexton cheerly... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 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...to the rapid wheel. Whatever is rung on that noisy bellChime of the hour or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue... | |
| 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,...— Chime of the hour, or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, When the sexton checrly... | |
| 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,...— Chime of the hour, or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, When the sexton cheerily... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 Seiten
...is a bird I love, with its brooding note, And the trembling throb in its mottled throat ; There '» a human look in its swelling breast, And the gentle...feel, He runs so close to the rapid wheel. Whatever is runf on that noisy bell — Chime of the hour, or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear... | |
| 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...— Chime of the hour, or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, ' When the sexton... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 538 Seiten
...easy wings, Till across the dial his shade has pass'd, And the belfry edge is gain'd at last. 'T is a bird I love, with its brooding note, And the trembling...— Chime of the hour, or funeral knell — The dove in the belfry must hear it well. When the tongue swings out to the midnight moon, When the sexton cheerly... | |
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