57 adjectives to describe sing

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.

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

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

Hear the maidens joyful sing!

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.

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.

The cowboy sings; songs.

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!

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

But on'y you tell the young lady wot the genlmn ses, and it's all right.

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.

Kazak speeds ever toward the North, With him a mighty power brings, To win the honour of his land Kazak his life unheeding flings Till fame of him eternal sings!

Soon Fancy, on her airy wing, Was sporting mid Elysian bowers, Where flowers of sweetest odor spring, And birds of golden plumage sing, And wanton thro' the sylvan bowers.

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.

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.

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.

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!

But if thou hast not a voice tuned to so high a key as that, let me suggest some other mercies thou mayest sing of; and they are the mercies thou hast experienced.

and of strange most strange:'... Thus the mournful Poet sings, Experienc'd in Life's various range.

Indeed she steales and robs each part o'th world With borrowed beauties to enflame thine eye: The Sea, to fetch her Pearle, is div'd into; The Diomond rocks are cut to make her shine; To plume her pryde the Birds do naked sing: When my Enanthe, in a homely gowne Anto.

57 adjectives to describe  sing