He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird.
In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter Long ago.christina rossetti
The sea, unmated creature, tired and lone,Makes on its desolate sands eternal moan.frederick William faber
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams,The brooks for the fishers of song;To the hunters who hunt for the gunless gameThe streams and the woods belong.There are thoughts that moan from the soul of pineAnd thoughts in a flower bell curled;And the thoughts that are blown with scent of the fernAre as new and as old as the world.sam walter foss
I, who loved and knew you, In the city that slew you, Still hunger on, and thirst, and climb, proud-hearted and alone: Serpent-fears enfold me, Syren-visions hold me, And, like a wave, I gather strength, and gathering strength, I moan; Yea, the pale moon beckons, Still I follow, aching, And gather strength, only to make a louder moan, in breaking!robert williams buchanan
I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan.john keats
So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hoursjohn keats
They came three thousand miles, and died, To keep the Past upon its throne; Unheard, beyond the ocean tide, Their English mother made her moan.james russell lowell
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong. There are thoughts that moan from the soul of pine And thoughts in a flower bell curled; And the thoughts that are blown with scent of the fern Are as new and as old as the world.sam walter foss
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others' pain, And perish in our own.Francis Thompson
And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
The very voices of the night, sounding like the moan of the tempest, may turn out to be the disguised yet tender voices of God, calling away from all earthly footsteps, to mount with greater singleness of eye and ardor of aim the alone ladder of safety and peace upward, onward, heavenward, homeward.
We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is, so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.
The hushed winds wail with feeble moan Like infant charity.joanna baillie
To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the breeze the fir-trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; the beech rustles while its flat boughs rise and fall.thomas hardy
Ingenious Fancy, never better pleased Than when employ'd t' accommodate the fair, Heard the sweet moan of pity, and devised The soft settee; one elbow at each end, And in the midst an elbow it received, United yet divided, twain at once.william cowper
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