Fountains and ye, that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.... Join voices all ye living souls, ye birds, That singing up to heaven gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise; Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil or concealed, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise... To hear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature--if the pr...ospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you--know that the morning and spring of your life are past. Thus may you feel your pulse.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song, Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe....
O liquid and free and tender! O wild and loose to my soul--O wondrous singer! You only I hear--yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,) Yet the lilac with mastering odor holds me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »