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“The soft mellow warble of the bluebird, heard at its best throughout spring and early summer, is one of the sweetest, most confiding and loving sounds in nature.”

Sound Heard Summer Spring Sweetest Mellow Bluebird Confiding

Author:Thomas Roberts

“A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay - A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)

“There was once a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to live in harmony with its surroundings Then a strange blight crept over the area and everything began to change There was a strange stillness The few birds seen anywhere were moribund; they trembled violently and could not fly. It was a spring without voices. On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of scores of bird voices there was now no sound; only silence lay over the fields and woods and marsh.”

Heart America Sound Voice Silence Morning Fields Strange Spring Bird Areas Towns Harmony Lays Woods Dawn Score Stillness Surroundings Chorus Eco Marshes Blight

Author:Rachel Carson

“It was a spring without voices. On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of robins, catbirds, doves, jays, wrens, and scores of other bird voices there was now no sound; only silence lay over the fields and woods and marsh... Even the streams were now lifeless... No witchcraft, no enemy action had silenced the rebirth of new life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves.”

People World Done Action Sound Voice Silence Enemy Morning Fields Spring Bird Lays Woods Dawn Streams Score New Life Rebirth Witchcraft Dove Chorus Robins Lifeless Marshes Wrens

Book:Silent Spring

Source: Silent Spring

“Thou spring'st a leak already in thy crown, A flaw is in thy ill-bak'd vessel found; 'Tis hollow, and returns a jarring sound, Yet thy moist clay is pliant to command, Unwrought, and easy to the potter's hand: Now take the mould; now bend thy mind to feel The first sharp motions of the forming wheel.”

Feels Mind Firsts Hands Found Easy Sound Return Spring Ill Command Wheels Flaws Crowns Clay Vessel Hollow Potters Leaks Mould Pottery

Book:Poetical Works: With a Memoir

Source: Poetical Works: With a Memoir

“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.”

Men Years Has Beens Stills Sound Teach Heard Spring Sight Blind Woods Deaf Grown Man Sight And Sound Thrush

Author:Louis J. Halle

“You know, without my telling you, how sometimes a word or name eludes you, and you seek it through running ghosts of shadow -- leaping at it, lying in wait for it to spring upon it, spreading faint snares for it of sense or sound: until, of a sudden, as if in a phantom forest, you hear it, see it flash among the branches, and scarcely knowing how, suddenly have it.”

Ifs Knows Sometimes Running Lying Names Waiting Sound Knowing Spring Shadow Ghost Forests Branches Flash Phantoms Snares Elude Elude You

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“Fairy folk a-listening Hear the seed sprout in the spring, And for music to their dance Hear the hedgerows wake from trance, Sap that trembles into buds Sending little rhythmic floods Of fairy sound in fairy ears. Thus all beauty that appears Has birth as sound to finer sense And lighter-clad intelligence.”

Littles Sound Listening Birth Spring Ears Folks Seeds Fairy Flood Bud Lighters Sap Trance Sprouts Hedgerows

Book:Daniel Deronda: Easyread Edition

Source: Daniel Deronda: Easyread Edition

“And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring, And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar, And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.”

Sound Break Fire Alive Bed Moon Spring Rose Rounds Woods Rings Climbing Belts Bud Briars Amethyst Crocuses Rose Buds

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists”

Firsts Remember Night Sound Spring Window Snow Every Night Scent Melting Melting Snow

Author:John J. Geddes

“The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross, no "Our Father" to save him. Her curse takes him like a fish in a net and the Mistress of the Water awaits him on the edge of the spring and smiles upon him and tells him to follow her to the depths, from which he will never return.”

Men Long Song Father Sound Water Music Hair Return Musician Spring Crosses Depth Edges Fishes Curse Old Man Village Midnight Mistress Our Father Violin Dripping Long Hair Perdition Mulattoes

Author:Jacques Roumain

“I like to make my voice sound like a piece of tin that's been stuck on the side of a chair, lifted up as far as it would go and then let to spring - "doooiiinng." I like to make it into a piece of metal from time to time and I can do it, both with the movements in my throat and with, uh, my little toys... So I like to take it beyond just a voice, more into the realms of a weapon.”

Littles I Can Sound Sides Voice Can Do Pieces Movement Weapons Spring Stuck Realms Chairs Throat Metals Toys I Can Do It Tin

Author:Robert Plant

“Weird, isn't it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you'll never hear a robin's song again or see a blossom on a cherry tree, when one day you wake up and bingo, light coming through the mini blinds is softened with a tick of rose and the cold morning air has lost its bite. It's spring once again, the streets are paved with mud and the hills are alive with the sound of mosquitos.”

Thinking Light Song Lost Sound Morning Alive Air Tree Streets Cold One Day Spring Wake Up Rose Winter Hills Bites Mud Freeze Cherries Robins Tick Cherry Trees Bingo Morning Air Cold Morning

Author:Andrew Schneider