I said to the brown, brown thrush:
"Hush, hush!
Through the wood's full strains I hear
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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."

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for read more

At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the read more

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.

O thrush, your song is passing sweet,
But never a song that you have sung
Is half read more

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.

Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!
Meet the moon upon the lea;
Are the emeralds of the read more

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?

Hush!
With sudden gush
As from a fountain sings in yonder bush
The Hermit read more

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

When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.

When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.

In the gloamin' o' the wood
The throssil whusslit sweet.

In the gloamin' o' the wood
The throssil whusslit sweet.