"Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue," As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In Englandnow!Robert Browning
How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.john lyly
I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.edna st. vincent millay
This is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crownofsorrow isremembering happier things.Tennyson
I've been told that nobody sings the word "hunger" like I do. Or the word "love."Billie Holiday
The Earth sings Mi-Fa-Mi, so we can gather ever from this that Misery and Famine reign in our habitat.johannes kepler
How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,The morne not waking til she sings.john lyly
He could not be captured, He could not be bought, His running was rhythm, His standing was thought ; With one eye on sorrow And one eye on mirth, He galloped in heaven And gambolled on earth . And only the poet With wings to his brain Can mount him and ride him Without any rein, The stallion of heaven, The steed of the skies , The horse of the singer Who sings as he flies .
None but the lark so shrill and clear; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.john lyly
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings.Alexander Pope
Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.william wordsworth
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
This eternal lila is the eternal truth , and, therefore, its this eternal lila - the playful love-making of Radha and Krishna , which the Vaishnava poets desired to enjoy. If we analyse the Gitagovinda of Jayadeva we shall find not even a single statement which shows the poet's desire to have union with Krishna as Radha had,- he only sings praises the lila of Radha and Krishna and hankers after a chance just to have peep into the divine lila, and this peep into the divine lila is the highest spiritual gain which poets could think of.
The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.john gay
Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; She feels no biting pang the while she sings, Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.
My lord, you know what Virgil sings Woman is various and most mutable.
Me? I play Gene Kelly...It's a guy who produces, directs, sings, and dances. who else could it be but Kelly?
Like a wedding-song all-melting sings the nightingale, the dear one.Heinrich Heine