Night and Morning, Book IV by Edward Bulwer-lytton

"Well did they know that service all by rote; Some singing loud as if they had complained, Some with their notes another manner feigned. " CHAUCER: _Pie Cuckoo and the Nightingale,_ modernised by WORDSWORTH. -- HORNE's Edition.

And once more, sweet Winandermere, we are on the banks of thy happy lake! The softest ray of the soft clear sun of early autumn trembled on the fresh waters, and glanced through the leaves of the limes and willows that were reflected -- distinct as a home for the Naiads -- beneath the limpid surface. You might hear in the bushes the young blackbirds trilling their first untutored notes. And the graceful dragon-fly, his wings glittering in the translucent sunshine, darted to and fro -- the reeds gathered here and there in the mimic bays that broke the shelving marge of the grassy shore.