At once a voice arose among     The bleak twigs overheadIn a full-hearted evensong     Of joy illimited;An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small     In blast-beruffled plume,Had chosen thus to fling his soul     Upon the growing gloom.
A joyful song was sung by a thrush to displace the gloom.
The thrush was so encased in his gloom that he couldn't bare to make a sound.
She was unhappy that he was going to help her.
Show tickets have to be reserved much earlier.
Occasionally they try to improve upon what he used to be.
Man with sunglasses throwing a Frisbee.
The program did not need any additional funding.
We totally sucked without a quarterback.