Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note.
Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note.
Heine commenting on the music of Louis Hector Berlioz He is an immense nightingale, a lark as great as an eagle.... The music causes me to dream of fabulous empires, filled with fabulous sins.
To the Nightingale 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. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day, First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill, Portend success in love O, if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay, Now timely sing, ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom in some grove nigh As thou from year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet hadst no reason why Whether the Muse, or Love, call thee his mate, Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose. That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close The Nightingale that in the branches sang Ah.
Benedict Nightingale speaking of Dean Inge William Inge handles symbolism rather like an Olympic weight lifter, raising it with agonizing care, brandishing it with a tiny grunt of triumph, then dropping it with a terrible clang.
He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute.
Of Florence Nightingale Her statistics were more than a study, they were indeed her religion. For her Quetelet was the hero as scientist, and the presentation copy of his Physique sociale is annotated by her on every page. Florence Nightingale believed and in all the actions of her life acted upon that belief that the administrator could only be successful if he were guided by statistical knowledge. The legislator to say nothing of the politician too often failed for want of this knowledge. Nay, she went further she held that the universe including human communities was evolving in accordance with a divine plan that it was man's business to endeavor to understand this plan and guide his actions in sympathy with it. But to understand God's thoughts, she held we must study statistics, for these are the measure of His purpose. Thus the study of statistics was for her a religious duty.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad Silence accompany'd for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale She all night long her amorous descant sung Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
O Nightingale, thou surely art; A creature of a 'fiery heart'.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better.
Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon.
We vivisect the nightingale To probe the secret of his note.
Were I a nightingale, I would sing like a nightingale were I a swan, like a swan. But as it is, I am a rational being, therefore I must sing hymns of praise to god.
Spoken about Earl Nightingale by Steve King, radio announcer and good friend Earl Nightingale never let a day go by that he didnt learn something new and, in turn pass it on to others. It was his consuming passion.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
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