“ For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light. ”
- Philip James Bailey- Copy
- 2.2K
“ To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep. ”
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow- Copy
- 3.6K
“ What bird so sings, yet does so wail? O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale — Jug, jug, jug, jug — tereu, she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. ”
- John Lyly- Copy
- 1.4K
“ Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song. ”
- John Milton- Copy
- 1.1K
“ O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. ”
- John Milton- Copy
- 1.1K
“ Yon nightingale, whose strain so sweetly flows, Mourning her ravish'd young or much-loved mate, A soothing charm o'er all the valleys throws And skies, with notes well tuned to her and state. ”
- Francesco Petrarch- Copy
- 185
“ Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours, Of winter's past or coming void of care, Well pleased with delights which present are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers. ”
- William Drummond- Copy
- 1.3K
“ As it fell upon a day in the merry month of May, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made. ”
- Richard Barnfield- Copy
- 2.3K
“ The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang. ”
- Heinrich Heine- Copy
- 1.9K
“ Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth. ”
- John Keats- Copy
- 1.3K
“ Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love. ”
- John Milton- Copy
- 197
“ Hark! that's the nightingale, Telling the self-same tale Her song told when this ancient earth was young: So echoes answered when her song was sung In the first wooded vale. ”
- Christina G. Rossetti- Copy
- 1.6K
“ 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. ”
- John Keats- Copy
- 3.7K
“ Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. ”
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge- Copy
- 745
“ Like a wedding-song all-melting Sings the nightingale, the dear one. ”
- Heinrich Heine- Copy
- 2.9K
“ The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale. Come, darkness, moonrise, everything That is so silent, sweet, and pale: Come, so ye wake the nightingale. ”
- Christina G. Rossetti- Copy
- 682
“ Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird. ”
- Harper Lee- Copy
- 3.7K
“ The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales. ”
- Janet Flanner- Copy
- 1.4K
“ Brute force crushes many plants. Yet the plants rise again. The Pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. And before Buddha or Jesus spoke the nightingale sang, and long after the words of Jesus and Buddha are gone into oblivion the nightingale still will sing… ”
- D. H. Lawrence- Copy
- 2.6K
“ The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many thing by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection! ”
- William Shakespeare- Copy
- 3.6K
“ Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep? ”
- John Keats- Copy
- 3.5K
“ Hark! ah, the nightingale — The tawny-throated! Hark from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark! — what pain!.... Again — thou hearest? Eternal passion! Eternal pain! ”
- Matthew- Copy
- 746
“ Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout, Touched by light, with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out. Every leaf in every nook, Every wave in every brook, Chanting with a solemn voice Minds us of our better choice. ”
- John Keble- Copy
- 3.6K
“ Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades. ”
- Boris Pasternak- Copy
- 3.1K
“ Give me a platter of choice finnan haddie, freshly cooked in its bath of water and milk, add melted butter, a slice or two of hot toast, a pot of steaming Darjeeling tea, and you may tell the butler to dispense with the caviar, truffles and nightingales' tongues. ”
- Craig Claiborne- Copy
- 4K
“ True, what you sacrifice for the world is but poorly recognized by it; for it is man that rules and reaps the harvest; the thousand night watches and sacrifices by which a mother secures the state, a hero or a poet are forgotten, not even mentioned, for the mother herself does not mention them, and so one century after another do the wives, unknown and unrewarded, send forth the arrows, the starts, the storm-birds and the nightingales of time. ”
- Jean Paul Richter- Copy
- 4K
“ I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent of Eden's roses yet lingered in it, while it vibrated only to the world's first brood of nightingales, and to the laugh of Eve. I see the pyramids building; I hear the shoutings of the armies of Alexander. ”
- Alexander Smith- Copy
- 688
“ Disease can never be conquered, can never be quelled by emotion's willful screaming or faith's symbolic prayer. It can only be conquered by the energy of humanity and the cunning in the mind of man. In the patience of a Curie, in the enlightenment of a Faraday, a Rutherford, a Pasteur, a Nightingale, and all other apostles of light and cleanliness, rather than of a woebegone godliness, we shall find final deliverance from plague, pestilence, and famine. ”
- Sean O’Casey- Copy
- 3.3K
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