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Quotes by Rev. Wm. Lisle Bowles
How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal!— filed under Bells
Dove. Oh! when 'tis summer weather, And the yellow bee, with fairy sound, The waters clear is humming round, And the cuckoo sings unseen, And the leaves are waving green- Oh then 'tis sweet, In come retreat, To hear the murmuring dove, With those whom on earth alone we love, And to wind through the greenwood together.— filed under Birds-Cuckoo
The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Macbeth. Act L. Sc. 5. L. 40. Robin. Poor Robin sits and sings alone, When showers of driving sleet, By the cold winds of winter blown. The cottage casement beat.— filed under Birds-Raven
'Tis the first primrose! see how meek, Yet beautiful it looks; As just a lesson it may speak As that which is in books.— filed under Flowers-Poppy
Tomhanick. Methinks I hear his faint reply- When cowslips deck the plain.— filed under Flowers-Clover
There is strange music in the stirring wind! S.— filed under Wind