Quotes About Thrush

The white petals spun down around them, covering the grass and speckling their fur, while thirty feet above a thrush sang, "Cherry dew, cherry dew. Knee deep, knee deep, knee deep.

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A thrush, because I'd been wrong, Burst rightly into song In a world not vague, not lonely, Not governed by me only.

The mind, at length bereft Of thinking and its pain, Will soon disperse again, And nothing will remain: No, not a thing be left. Only the ardent eye, Only the listening ear Can say, "The thrush was here!" Can say, "His song was clear!" Can live, before it die.

Winter hedges me about, All the scene is cold and white. Clouds are laden all with doubt, And the day hath much of night. Yet I hold secure within Thoughts of spring and summer days, And above the north-wind's din Rise the Thrush's roundelays.

Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again

Somewhere in the garden a thrush was singing, the joyous sweetness of its note so much in harmony with her mood that it seemed a part of her happiness. She was content for some moments to listen, not questioning the source of her happiness; but presently she came to full consciousness, and remembered that she had found a friend.

I see you're more accustomed to forest hunting." Hawkfrost's condescending mew made Leafpaw jump. She spun around to find the RiverClan warrior calmly watching her, his tail curled over his paws. "Haven't you got anything better to do?" she challenged him. "Like hunt for your own Clan?" "I've already caught three mice and a thrush," he meowed. "I think I have earned a rest.

the smell of resin filled the air. A thrush was singing somewhere. Late harebells were thick among the grass, and small blue butterflies moved over the white flowers of the blackberry. There was a hive of wild bees under the roof of the chapel; their humming filled the air, the sound of summer's end. Through

Candida albicans, the fungus behind thrush, until the 1950s was found only in the mouth and genitals, but now it sometimes invades the deeper body, where it can grow on the heart and other organs, like mold on fruit.

Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush.

Really rather fascinating, you know," he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush. Harking to the call of a kindred spirit, Frank at once settled down to the mating dance of academe, and they were soon neck-deep in archetypes