Thrushes

A thrush

The thrushes, family Turdidae, are a group of passerine birds that occur worldwide.

Quotes

• The throstle with his note so true,
  The wren with little quill.
  • William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream (c. 1595-96), Act III, scene 1, line 130.

• That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
  Lest you should think he never could recapture
  The first fine careless rapture!
  • Robert Browning, Dramatic Romances and Lyrics (1845), Home Thoughts from Abroad, line 14.

• When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
  And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
  • Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), Part XCI.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 790-91.

• Across the noisy street
  I hear him careless throw
  One warning utterance sweet;
  Then faint at first, and low,
  The full notes closer grow;
  Hark, what a torrent gush!
  They pour, they overflow—
  Sing on, sing on, O thrush!
  • Austin Dobson, Ballad of the Thrush.

• O thrush, your song is passing sweet,
  But never a song that you have sung
  Is half so sweet as thrushes sang
  When my dear love and I were young.
  • William Morris, Other Days.

• In the gloamin' o' the wood
  The throssil whusslit sweet.
  • William Motherwell, Jeanie Morrison.

• I said to the brown, brown thrush:
  "Hush—hush!
  Through the wood's full strains I hear
  Thy monotone deep and clear,
  Like a sound amid sounds most fine."
  • Dinah Craik, A Rhyme About Birds.

• Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!
  Meet the moon upon the lea;
  Are the emeralds of the spring
  On the angler's trysting-tree?
  Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me,
  Are there buds on our willow-tree?
  Buds and birds on our trysting-tree?
  • Thomas Tod Stoddart, The Angler's Trysting-Tree.

• Hush!
  With sudden gush
  As from a fountain sings in yonder bush
  The Hermit Thrush.
  • John Bannister Tabb, Overflow.

• At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
  Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.
  • William Wordsworth, Reverie of Poor Susan.

• 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, The Tables Turned.