Thrushes

The thrushes, family Turdidae, are a group of passerine birds that occur worldwide.

Quotes

 * The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill.
 * William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream (c. 1595-96), Act III, scene 1, line 130.


 * That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
 * Robert Browning, Dramatic Romances and Lyrics (1845), Home Thoughts from Abroad, line 14.


 * When rosy plumelets tuft the larch, And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
 * Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), Part XCI.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

 * Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 790-91.


 * Across the noisy street I hear him careless throw One warning utterance sweet;  Then faint at first, and low,  The full notes closer grow; Hark, what a torrent gush!  They pour, they overflow— Sing on, sing on, O thrush!
 * Austin Dobson, Ballad of the Thrush.


 * O thrush, your song is passing sweet, But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young.
 * William Morris, Other Days.


 * In the gloamin' o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet.
 * William Motherwell, Jeanie Morrison.


 * I said to the brown, brown thrush: "Hush—hush! Through the wood's full strains I hear Thy monotone deep and clear, Like a sound amid sounds most fine."
 * Dinah Craik, A Rhyme About Birds.


 * Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing! Meet the moon upon the lea; Are the emeralds of the spring  On the angler's trysting-tree?  Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me,  Are there buds on our willow-tree?  Buds and birds on our trysting-tree?
 * Thomas Tod Stoddart, The Angler's Trysting-Tree.


 * Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.
 * John Bannister Tabb, Overflow.


 * At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.
 * William Wordsworth, Reverie of Poor Susan.


 * And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things,  Let Nature be your teacher.
 * William Wordsworth, The Tables Turned.