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
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing. Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
