Thrush Quotes:

Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs Arching high over A cool green house: Full of sweet scents, And whispering air Which sayeth softly: We spread no snare; Here dwell in safety, Here dwell alone, With a clear stream And a mossy stone. Here the sun shineth Most shadily; Here is heard an echo Of the far sea, Though far off it be.

- Christina Rossetti

topic: Sweet, Spring, Winter, Thrush

I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me.

- Henry David Thoreau

topic: Nature, Morning, Feet, Thrush, Early Morning

When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like spirit flies. To hear the Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or any bird in song; And common leaves that hum all day Without a throat or tongue. And when Time strikes the hour for sleep, Back in my room alone, My heart has many a sweet bird's song - And one that's all my own.

- W. H. Davies

source: William Henry Davies, “When On A Summer's Morn”

topic: Summer, Song, Sweet, Blackbirds, Thrush

Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone.

- Mary Oliver

topic: Morning, Spring, Fall, Mahler, Poor Life

The song of thrush and blackbird, joy that falls so gently on the ears to celebrate another day of life and living, flying free.

- John McLeod

topic: Music, Song, Fall, Blackbirds, Flying Free

Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;...

- Gerard Manley Hopkins

source: Gerard Manley Hopkins (2009). “Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins”, p.29, ReadHowYouWant.com

topic: Beautiful, Weed, Spring, Spring Poems, Spring Season

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

source: "Home-Thoughts, from Abroad" l. 14 (1845)

topic: Wise, Song, Thinking, Getting Over You, Careless

Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again

- Elyne Mitchell

topic: Song, Spring, Rocks, Thrush

The day of fire is coming, the thrush will fly ablaze like a little sky rocket.

- Anne Sexton

source: Anne Sexton (1974). “The death notebooks”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt (HMH)

topic: Fire, Sky, Rockets, Thrush

Nowadays, people are so jeezled up. If they took some chamomile tea and spent more time rocking on the porch in the evening listening to the liquid song of the hermit thrush, they might enjoy life more.

- Tasha Tudor

topic: Song, People, Enjoy Life, Birdsong, Illustrators

I never heard a wood thrush until I was a grown man, though I must have been surrounded by them every spring. Each year I discover new sights and sounds to teach me how blind and deaf I must still be.

- Louis J. Halle

topic: Spring, Men, Sight, Thrush, Sight And Sound

When a caterpillar eats a leaf, then a thrush eats the caterpillar, or when a hawk eats the thrush only 5 to 20% of usable energy is transferred from one level to the next. ... Thus herbivores will account for a much smaller fraction of the biomass [than plants] and the carnivores for a still smaller fraction.

- Richard Heinberg

topic: Environmental, Levels, Hawks, Biomass, Carnivores

If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrances I most would want to see and hear and smell--among all the delights of the open world--on a final day on earth, I think I would choose these: the clear, ethereal song of a white-throated sparrow singing at dawn; the smell of pine trees in the heat of the noon; the lonely calling of Canada geese; the sight of a dragon-fly glinting in the sunshine; the voice of a hermit thrush far in a darkening woods at evening; and--most spiritual and moving of sights--the white cathedral of a cumulus cloud floating serenely in the blue of the sky.

- Edwin Way Teale

topic: Spiritual, Lonely, Song, Ethereal, Darkening

Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

- Robert Frost

source: Robert Frost (1963). “Selected poems”

topic: Music, Stars, Dark, Lament, Thrush

Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the key-hole.

- J. R. R. Tolkien

source: J.R.R. Tolkien (2012). “The Hobbit”, p.27, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

topic: Keys, Light, Shining, Thrush

When loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And songs in the shadows Comes again to me The gift of the tongues of the lea, The gift of the tongues of meadows. So when the earth is alive with gods, And the lusty ploughman breaks the sod, And the grass sings in the meadows, And the flowers smile in the shadows, Sits my heart at ease, Hearing the song of the leas, Singing the songs of the meadows.

- Robert Louis Stevenson

source: Robert Louis Stevenson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Illustrated)”, p.3765, Delphi Classics

topic: Song, Flower, Heart, Meadows, Sod

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

source: "Other Days". "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations", 10th edition, 1919.

topic: Song, Sweet, Dear Love, Thrush

And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear The passion of the hermit thrush.

- Clinton Scollard

topic: Stars, Twilight, Passion, Pierce, Thrush

Hush! With sudden gush As from a fountain sings in yonder bush The Hermit Thrush.

- John B. Tabb

topic: Fountain, Hush, Hermits, Hush Hush, Thrush

[Glenn] Thrush's emails to [Hillary] Clinton campaign chairman John Podesta were splashed across screens in newspapers nationwide. Thrush was criticized for sharing a half dozen paragraphs of a draft of a story for Podesta to rebut. Some reporters do just that. Other newsrooms have policies discouraging or forbidding it. Thrush says he does the same for Republicans.

- Donna Brazile

source: Source: www.npr.org

topic: Email, Doe, Campaigns, Thrush

I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.

- George Meredith

topic: Valentine, Naked, Thorns, Thrush

Tis toil's reward, that sweetens industry, As love inspires with strength the enraptur'd thrush.

- Ebenezer Elliott

topic: Work, Inspire, Toil, Thrush

Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush.

- Diana Gabaldon

topic: Song, Sound, Scholar, Thrush

Men had reached into the scrub and along its boundaries, had snatched what they could get and had gone away, uneasy in that vast indifferent peace; for a man was nothing, crawling ant-like among the myrtle bushes under the pines. Now they were gone, it was as though they had never been. The silence of the scrub was primordial. The wood-thrush crying across it might have been the first bird in the world-or the last.

- Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

topic: Men, Bird, Silence, Myrtle, Thrush

A thrush, because I'd been wrong, Burst rightly into song In a world not vague, not lonely, Not governed by me only.

- Richard Wilbur

topic: Lonely, Song, World, Thrush

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

- Czeslaw Milosz

source: Czeslaw Milosz, “Meaning”

topic: Night, Branches, World, Thrush

True worship comes from people who are deeply emotional and who love deep and sound doctrine. Strong affections for God rooted in thrush are the bone and marrow of biblical worship.

- John Piper

topic: Strong, Biblical, Deep Love, Sound Doctrine, Thrush

In spring more mortal singers than belong To any one place cover us with song. Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng.

- Robert Frost

source: Robert Frost (1975). “The poetry of Robert Frost”

topic: Song, Spring, Robins, Bluebird, Blackbirds