53 adjectives to describe sang

Upon the terrace where I play A little fountain sings all day A tiny tune: It leaps and prances in the air I saw a little fairy there This afternoon.

This is the devil's scourge and sting, This is the angels' song, Who holy, holy, holy sing, In heavenly Canaan's tongue.

the Birds melodious sing, And sweetly usher in the Spring.

Hear the maidens joyful sing!

THE SCHOOLBOY I love to rise in a summer morn When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me.

The cowboy sings; songs.

The gray old harper sang to me, The waves roll so gayly

Then there were no cascades of real water, nor London docks, nor offensively rich furniture, with hotel lifts down which some one will certainly be thrown, but one scene representing a street; a man comes onnot, mind you, in a real smock-frock, but in something that suggests oneand sings of how he came up to London, and was "cleaned out" by thieves.

'It's a patriotic sang in honour,' Mrs. Pumpherston started to explain 'Ach, woman!'

Amid the noblest of the land We lay the sage to rest, And give the bard an honored place With costly marble drest, In the great minster transept, Where lights like glories fall, And the organ rings, and the sweet choir sings, Along the emblazoned wall.

"Was it not for this thou didst sing, rogue Giles?

Who, the purple evening, lie On the mountain's lonely van, Beyond the noise of busy man; Painting fair the form of things, While the yellow linnet sings; Or the tuneful nightingale Charms the forest with her tale; Come, with all thy various hues, Come, and aid thy sister Muse; Now while Phoebus riding high Gives lustre to the land and sky!

I heard a grackle "sing" in the manner just described, wing-beats and all, while flying from one tree to another; and later still, in a country where boat-tailed grackles were an every-day sight near the heart of the village, I more than once saw them produce the sounds in question without any perceptible movement of the wings, and furthermore, their mandibles could be seen moving in time with the beats.

Honorabilis admodum THOMAS HANMER, Baronnettus, Augustus still survives in Maro's strain, And Spenser's verse prolongs Eliza's reign; Great George's acts let tuneful Gibber sing; For nature formed the poet for the king.

And from this it appears, too, that when the heroic age sings, it primarily sings of itself, even when that means singing of its own humiliation.

"Does but its snail-like spiral hollow sing, A lovely note soft swell'd with gentle breath, Though thousand warriors threaten instant death, And with advancing weapons round enring; Then, as thou late hast seen, in restless dance All, all must spin, and every sword and lance Fall with th' exhausted warriors to the ground.

But the cricket's chirp, and the answer shrill Of the gauze-winged katy-did; And the plaint of the wailing whip-poor-will, Who mourns unseen, and ceaseless sings, Ever a note of wail and woe, Till morning spreads her rosy wings, And earth and sky in her glances grow.

Thereat I smiled, thinking on lovely things That dateless and immortal beauty wear, Whereof the song immortal tireless sings, And Time but touches to make lovelier; On Beauty sempiternal as the Spring's

Bring her up to th'high altar, that she may 215 The sacred ceremonies there partake, The which do endlesse matrimony make; And let the roring organs loudly play The praises of the Lord in lively notes; The whiles, with hollow throates, 220 The choristers the ioyous antheme sing, That all the woods may answer, and their eccho ring.

But safe in the narrow cage it hated The captive sings on its perch to-day.

The brave old Poets sing of nobler themes Than the weak griefs which haunt men's coward souls.

There let the wanton flocks unguarded stray; Or, while the lonely shepherd sings, Amidst the mighty ruins play, And frisk upon the tombs of kings.

the death-owl loud doth sing, To the night-mares as they go.

Oh! go mad For love of some one lost; for some old voice Which first thou madest sing, and after sob; Some heart thou foundest rich, and leftest bare, Choking its well of faith with thy false deeds; Not like thy God, who keeps the better wine Until the last, and, if He giveth grief, Giveth it first, and ends the tale with joy.

Hear the maidens joyful sing!

53 adjectives to describe  sang