Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:-do I wake or sleep? f. KEATS-To a Nightingale. Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown. KEATS-To a Nightingale. J. Portend success in love; MILTON-Sonnet. I said to the Nightingale; “Hail, all hail! To the Nightingale. Pierce with thy trill the dark, Like a glittering music-spark, When the earth grows pale and dumb." 0. Nightingale. Magico Prodigioso." Sc. 3. * The round-fac'd prodigy t' avert, From doing town or country hurt. BUTLER-Hudibras. Pt. II. 1. Canto III. L. 709. In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away! O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl, Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl! BARRY CORNWALL-The Owl. m. The startled bats flew out-bird after bird- n. L. 574. O honey-throated warbler of the grove! The rose looks out in the valley, And thither will I go, To the rosy vale, where the nightingale Sings his song of woe. i. GIL VICENTE-The Nightingale. HOOD-The Haunted House. Pt. II. St. 11. Bowring's trans. 9. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 3. On fair Britannia's isle, bright bird, Mocked with a crown of thorns the Just. And ease the pain that he must bear, While pendant from thy tiny beak The gory points thy bosom pressed, And crimsoned with thy Saviour's blood The sober brownness of thy breast! Since which proud hour for thee and thine, As an especial sign of grace God pours like sacramental wine Red signs of favor o'er thy race! Redbreast. |