The birds have ceased their songs,

All save the blackbird, that from yon tall ash,

'Mid Pinkie's greenery, from his mellow

throat,

In adoration of the setting sun, Chants forth his evening hymn. f. MOIR-An Evening Sketch.

A slender young Blackbird built in a thorntree:

A spruce little fellow as ever could be;
His bill was so yellow, his feathers so black,
So long was his tail, and so glossy his back,
That good Mrs. B., who sat hatching her
eggs,

And only just left them to stretch her poor legs,

And pick for a minute the worm she preferred, Thought there never was seen such a beautiful bird.

g.

D. M. MULOCK-The Blackbird and the Rooks.

O Blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground
Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
The espaliers and the standards all

Are thine: the range of lawn and park:
The unnetted black-hearts ripen dark,
All thine against the garden wall.
h. TENNYSON-The Blackbird.

Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,

Wearing a bright black wedding-coat; White are his shoulders and white his crest. BRYANT--Robert of Lincoln.

m.

Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife,

Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life,

Broods in the grass while her husband sings.

n.

BRYANT-Robert of Lincoln.

The broad blue mountains lift their brows
Barely to bathe them in the blaze;
The bobolinks from silence rouse
And flash along melodious ways!
HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD

0.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows. b. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sec. 5.

The dove and very blessed spirit of peace.
C. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1.

I heard a stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come-at by the breeze:

He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed;
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He
sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,--the song for me!
d. WORDSWORTH.-0 Nightingale! Thou
Surely Art.

Tho' he inherit

Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
That the Theban eagle bear,
Sailing with supreme dominion
Thro' the azure deep of air.
f.

GRAY-The Progress of Poesy.

The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his airy tour,
Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.
g.
MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. XI.
Line 184.

Bird of the broad and sweeping wing,
Thy home is high in heaven,

Where wide the storm their banners fling,
And the tempest clouds are driven.
PERCIVAL The Eagle.

h.

TENNYSON--The Golden Year. Line 37.

The eagle, with wings strong and free, Builds her home with the flags in the towering crags

That o'erhang the white foam of the sea.
JOHN H. YATES-A Song of Home.

7.

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1.
FALCON.

I know a falcon swift and peerless
As e'er was cradled in the pine;
No bird had ever eye so fearless,

Or wing so strong as this of mine.
1. LOWELL-The Falcon.

Will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?

Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings? POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. III.

น.

Line 53.

A falcon tow'ring in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. บ. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 4.

DRAYTON-Legend of the Duke of
Buckingham, Line 1.

Bird of the wilderness

Blithesome and cumberless

Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place.

m.

HOGG-The Skylark.

Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!
Then, when the gloaming comes
Low in the heather blooms

Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!
Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place

O to abide in the desert with thee! n. HOGG-The Skylark.

Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. 0. HURDIS-The Village Curate.

None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.

p. LYLY-The Songs of Birds.
Hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle the dull Night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise.

զ. MILTON-L'Allegro. Line 41.
The bird that sings on highest wing,
Builds on the ground her lowly nest;
And she that doth most sweetly sing,

Sings in the shade when all things rest:
In lark and nightingale we see
What honor hath humility.

r. MONTGOMERY-Humility.

I said to the sky poised Lark: 'Hark-hark!

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Thy note is more loud and free
Because there lies safe for thee
A little nest on the ground.”

8. D. M. MULOCK-A Rhyme About Birds.