...cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple...

...golden-crowned wren (motacilla regulus) begins its song. The lark, also, must not be forgotten : — In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which...are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an embodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of...

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...most powerful muscles of all the singing- birds. Emily. — As Shelly beautifully speaks of it — Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Dr. B. — The organs of voice in reptiles are much less complicated...

...the most powerful muscles of all the singing-birds. Emily. — As Shelly beautifully speaks of it — Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, hut yet I hear thy shrill delight. Dr. B. — The organs of voice in reptiles are much less complicated...

...cloud of fire," The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which...an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale puiple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen,...

...soaring ever singest In the golden lightning Of the «unken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, earl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and...shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang l yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows...

...the whole air seems sparkling and alive with the light of hia strains ; singing, as Shelley says, ' In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening ; Like a high-born maiden In a palace-tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour...

...cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which...heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows...