An' syne ye hear a throstle or a redbreast sing an' a saucy blackbird whustle.
"Greyfriars Bobby" by Eleanor Atkinson
There is a word throstle that expresses that.
"Ulysses" by James Joyce
Throstle and skylark to be admired must be heard at a distance.
"Birds in Town and Village" by W. H. Hudson
The throstle and the red-wing are delicate eating.
"The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction." by Various
Skylarks wakkens up first, then curlews, then blackbirds, robins, throstles.
"More Tales of the Ridings" by Frederic Moorman
This applies particularly to the blackbird and throstle.
"Welsh Folk-Lore a Collection of the Folk-Tales and Legends of North Wales" by Elias Owen
What a throstle-pipe you have!
"Little Novels of Italy" by Maurice Henry Hewlett
What of the throstle and the lark?
"My Studio Neighbors" by William Hamilton Gibson
Finally Arkwright supplied this lack in water-twist or "throstle-spun" yarn.
"Home Life in Colonial Days" by Alice Morse Earle
How straight your voice is like the throstle's!
"The Manxman A Novel - 1895" by Hall Caine
Yellow hair at her, and eyes like the sea, and a voice same as the throstle!
"Capt'n Davy's Honeymoon 1893" by Hall Caine
In this way, they were, strictly speaking, rivals of the throstle doubling frame more than the spinning mule.
"The Story of the Cotton Plant" by Frederick Wilkinson
I have written the part of the Druid into your throstle (by permission), and you will have to sing it out again.
"The Standard Cantatas" by George P. Upton
The throstles have reached their song's last verse.
"Doctor Cupid" by Rhoda Broughton
Talks and sings just like a throstle.
"The Soul of Susan Yellam" by Horace Annesley Vachell
Why did the throstle pipe overhead?
"Lives of the Fur Folk" by M. D. Haviland
Witness the throstle and nightingale.
"Birds and Man" by W. H. Hudson
There also are many birds, throstle, thrush and nightingale, goldfinch and woodlark, which sing merrily day and night.
"Medieval English Nunneries c. 1275 to 1535" by Eileen Edna Power
I became aware one day of a bird's song that seemed to be sometimes the note of a blackbird, sometimes of a throstle.
"In a Cheshire Garden" by Geoffrey Egerton-Warburton
At Moston there is also Throstle-glen, one of the haunts, half a century ago, of Samuel Bamford.
"Lancashire" by Leo H. (Leo Hartley) Grindon
Blow what wind will, thou dost rejoice
To carol, and build, and woo.
Throstle! to me impart thy voice;
Impart thy wisdom too.
"A March Minstrel" by Alfred Austin
When a low and solemn music
Floated through the listening grove,
And the throstle's song was silenced,
And the doling of the dove:
"The Buried Flower" by William Edmondstoune Aytoun
The nightingale, while birds are coy,
Delays to chant its grief.
Brave throstle! thou dost pipe for joy
With never a bough in leaf.
"A March Minstrel" by Alfred Austin
In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the throstle sings!
I sought, amid the tangled sheen,
Love whom mine eyes had never seen,
O the glad dove has golden wings!
"From Spring Days to Winter (For Music)" by Oscar Wilde
Our flocks, that nip the scanty blade
Upon the moor, shall seek the vale;
And then, secure beneath the shade,
We'll listen to the throstle's tale;
And watch the silver clouds above,
As o'er the azure vault they rove.
"A Pastoral Song" by Henry Kirke White
Hail! throstle, by thy ringing voice descried,
Not by the wanderings of the tuneless wing!
Now once again where forkëd boughs divide,
Lost in green leafage thou dost perch and sing:
Trilling, shrilling, far and wide,
``It is Spring.''
"A Souless Singer" by Alfred Austin