What is "songless"

Usage examples of "songless".

She turned back towards the town, and as they walked in the double silence of their own hushed tongues and the songless and voiceless world, the fingers of the little ones closed tightly upon her own.

That one day, perhaps soon, she would join the mystery, toppling down the sky, broken-bagged, from heat layer to heat layer, spinning the last life equations through lanes of mist and crystal, songless, descrying the lower wonders at long last, she knew, as all of them knew, there in the zone of song which was memory and the marriage of minds, knew, and was incapable of avoiding, there in the shoals of life, moving in the timeless present.

Ouzel and throstle, new-mated and gay, Singing their bridals on every spray - Oh, hear them, deep in the songless City!

There will lie thy mortal burden Pressed unto the heart of Nature, Songless in a garden, With a long embrace of pardon.

Is varied, one chime rings through all: One chime -- though I sing more or sing less, I have but one string to my lute, And it might have been better if, stringless And songless, the same had been mute.

Cantab, who sat unusually silent and songless up front, clucking along a matched set of brown mules that needed precious little help from the likes of him.

The Songless Country The poet came unto a great country in which there were no songs.

A little bird floats hither on beating wings,-- See there--it darted from its leafy nest-- And, do you know, it is my faith, as oft As God makes any songless soul, He sends A little bird to be her friend of friends, And sing for ever in her garden-croft.

These pacing cats, these bears, these songless singing birds, these slaty cases .

These poor people were quite songless, though I am bound to say that in another vineyard I did hear some of the children singing.

Thus refreshed, they set out once more after the leader who wandered aimlessly beneath the shade of the tall jungle trees amidst the gorgeous tropic blooms and gay, songless birds-- and of the twelve only the leader saw the beauties that surrounded them or felt the strange, mysterious influence of the untracked world they trod.

Ouzel and throstle, new-mated and gay, Singing their bridals on every spray - Oh, hear them, deep in the songless City!

SONG IN THE SONGLESS They have no song, the sedges dry, And still they sing.