...r. X. t E'l Roscignuol, che dolcemente a 1'otnbra Tutte le notti si lamenta, e piague, J Eglog. i. That crowds and hurries and precipitates With fast...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love chaunt, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! * * * * * • Far and near In wood and...

...thickets overgrown with brush and underwood ; there, in the calm of a summer's evening, he delights to " Warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that...night Would be too short for him to utter forth his love chant." Bechstein says, that the Nightingale has a strong predilection for the spot where he has...

...expression of religious sympathy with the beauty in which the night is steeped. Not silent long. " 'Tis the Nightingale, That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; • •••••• far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke...

...learn'd A different lore: we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries,...too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburden his full soul Of all its music ! Farewell, O Warbler ! till to-morrow eve ; We have been...

...v. 630, *. i. X. t E'l Roscignuol, che dolcemente al'ombra Tutte le notti si laments, e piagne, gi That crowds and hurries and precipitates With fast...night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love chaunt, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! * * * * * • Far and near . / In wood...

...voice. A great poet and observer of nature, in our times, has gone into a more subtle character of— the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and...precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes. . . . Far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's...

...different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance ! "Pis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and...love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! And I know a grove Of large extent, hard by" a castle huge, Which the great lord inhabits not ; and...

...we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. And hark? the nightingale begins its song. He crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick...love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! 1 know a grove 5-12 Thin grass and king-cups grow within llic paths. But never elsewhere in one place...

...reverse of melancholy. " A melancholy bird ? Oh ! idle thought ! In nature there is nothing melancholy. 'Tis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries,...love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music." 90 He had a great wish to make us metaphysicians, and the perseverance with which he would occasionally...

...sweet voices always full of love And joyance ! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and buries, and precipitates, With fast thick warble, his delicious...love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music ! and I know a grove Of large extent, hard by a castle huge, Which the great lord inhabits not : and...