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Nightingales Quotes
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The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang, The apple into blossom burst, To life the grass and violets sprang. (Quote by - Heinrich Heine)
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep? (Quote by - John Keats)
Hark! ah, the nightingale-- The tawny-throated! Hark from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!--what pain! . . . . Again--thou hearest? Eternal passion! Eternal pain! (Quote by - Matthew Arnold)
What bird so sings, yet does so wail? O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale-- Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. (Quote by - John Lyly)
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours, Of winter's past or coming void of care, Well pleased with delights which present are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers. (Quote by - William Drummond (1))
Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song. (Quote by - John Milton)
Like a wedding-song all-melting Sings the nightingale, the dear one. (Quote by - Heinrich Heine)
'Tis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music! (Quote by - Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Yon nightingale, whose strain so sweetly flows, Mourning her ravish'd young or much-loved mate, A soothing charm o'er all the valleys throws And skies, with notes well tuned to her and state. (Quote by - Francesco Petrarch)
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light. (Quote by - Philip James Bailey)
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many thing by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection! (Quote by - William Shakespeare)
O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly hours lead on propitious May. (Quote by - John Milton)
I said to the Nightingale: "Hail, all hail! Pierce with thy trill the dark, Like a glittering music-spark, When the earth grows pale and dumb." (Quote by - Dinah Maria Mulock)
To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep. (Quote by - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)