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Then get thee gone; and dig my grave thyThe bells of the convent ringing
self; Noon from their noisy towers.
And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear, Q. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden That thou art crowned, not that I am dead.
Legend. Pt. II. g. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act. IV. Sc. 4. Seize the loud, vociferous bells, and
Ring in the valiant man and free,
Ring in the Christ that is to be. b. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden ho TENNYSON- In Memoriam. Pt. CV. Legend. Prologue.
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky, These bells have been anointed,
The flying cloud, the frosty light. And baptized with holy water!
TENNYSON- In Memoriam. Pt. CV. C. LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden Legend. Prologue. Hark! the loud-voiced bells
Stream on the world around Those evening bells! those evening bells! With the full wind, as it swells, How many a tale their music tells!
Seas of sound! d. MOORE- Those Evening Bells.
j. FREDERICK TENNYSON- The Bridal.
Pt. V. With deep affection
Softly the loud peal dies, And recollection
In passing wind it drowns, I often think of
But breathes, like perfect joys, Those Shandon bells,
Tender tones. Whose sounds so wild would,
k. FREDERICK TENNYSOx-The Bridal. In the days of childhood,
Pt. VII. Fling round my cradle Their magic spells.
How like the leper, with his own sad cry € FATHER PROUT (Francis Mahony). Enforcing his own solitude, it tolls! "The Bells of Shandon.
| That lonely bell set in the rushing shoals,
To warn us from the place of jeopardy! Sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh.
CHARLES (TENNYSON) TURNER- The f. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1.
Traveller and His Wife's Ringlet.
Great albatross !-the meanest birds
How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon! Spring up and flit away,
The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze While thou must toil to gain a flight,
His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; And spread those pinions grey;
Rich breath of hayfields streams thro' But when they once are fairly poised,
whispering trees; Far o'er each chirping thing
And birds of morning trim their bustling Thou sailest wide to other lands,
wings, E'en sleeping on the wing.
And listen fondly-while the Blackbird sings. U. LELAND-Perseverando.
i. FREDERICK TENNYSON--The Blackbirdi.
St. 1. BAT.
BLUEBIRD. The sun was set; the night came on a pace,
| “So the Bluebirds have contracted, have And falling dews bewet around the place,
they, for a house? The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings,
And a nest is under way for little Mr. And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.
Wren? b. Gay--Shepherd's Week. Wednesday;
Hush, dear, hush! Be quiet, dear; quiet as or, The Dumps.
a mouse. Ere the bat hath flown These are weighty secrets, and we must His cloister'd flight.
whisper them." c. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2.
j. Susan COOLIDGE- Secrets.
In the thickets and the meadows
Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa,
k. LONGFELLOW-- Hiawatha. Pt. XXI. Along the breakers tly? d. Dana-The Little Beuch-Bird.
Modest and shy as a nun is she;
One weak chirp is her only note;
Braggart and prince of braggarts is he, Give my fair love good morrow,
Pouring boasts from his little throat. Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
I. BRYANT--Robert of Lincoln. Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow.
Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest, e. Tuomas HEYWOOD. 1610.
Wearing a bright black wedding-coat; The birds have ceased their songs,
White are his shoulders and white his crest. All save the blackbird, that from yon tall
in. BRYANT--Robert of Lincoln. ash,
Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Mid Pinkie's greenery, from his mellow
Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, throat,
Passing at home a patient life, In ndoration of the setting sun,
Broods in the grass while her husband Chants forth his evening hymn.
sings. f. MOIR- An Evening Sketch.
n. BRYANT— Robert of Lincoln. A slender young Blackbird built in a thorn- | The broad blue mountains lift their brows tree:
Barely to bathe them in the blaze;
The bobolinks from silence rouse
Daybreak. eggs, And only just left them to stretch her poor
Thou should'st be carolling thy Maker's And pick for a minute the worm she preferred,
praise, Thought there never was seen such a beautiful Poor bird! now fetter'd, and here set to draw, bird.
With graceless toil of beak and added claw, g. D. M. MULOCK-The Blackbird and The meagre food that scarce thy want allays!
the Rooks. And this--to gratify the gloating gaze
Of fools, who value Nature not a straw, O Blackbird! sing me something well:
But know to prize the intraction of her law While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
And hard perversion of her creature's ways ! I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground
Thee the wild woods await, in leaves attired, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
Where notes of liquid utterance should enThe espaliers and the standards all
gage Are thine: the range of lawn and park: Thy bill, that now with pain scant forage earns, The unnetted black-hearts ripen dark,
p. JULIAN FANE-Poems. Second Edition, All thine against the garden wall.
with Additional Poems. To a h. TENNYSON- The Blackbird.
The morning cock crew loud; And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanish'd from our sight. e. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away. f. Gay. Ep. IV. Last line.
Light thickens; and the crow Mekes wing to the rooky wood.
g. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2.
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark. h. Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1.
CUCKOO. “Cackoo—Cuckoo!" no other note, She sings from day to day; But I, though a poor cottage-girl, Can work, and read, and pray. i. BOWLES-Spring. Cuckoo. St. 2.
Oh! then 'tis sweet,
In some retreat, To hear the murmuring dove, With those whom on earth alone we love, And to wind through the greenwood together.
9. BOWLES - The Greenwood. The dove returning bore the mark Of earth restored to the long labouring ark; The relics of mankind, secure of rest, Oped every window to receive the guest, And the fair bearer of the message bless'd. r. DRYDEN- To Her Grace of Ormond.
Line 70. Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings on me;
Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and flie away with thee.
8. HERBERT - The Church. Whitsunday. See how that pair of billing doves With open murmurs own their loves; And, heedless of censorious eyes, Pursue their unpolluted joys: No fears of future want molest The downy quiet of their nest. t. LADY MONTAGU-- Verses. Written in
a Garden. St. 1.
The Dove, On silver pinions, wing'd her peaceful way. u. MONTGOMERY- Pelican Island.
Canto I. Line 173.
The Attic warbler pours her throat. Responsive to the cuckoo's note. j. GBAY - Ode on the Spring.
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
k. JOHN LOGÁN- To the Cuckoo. The Cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he,
Love's Labour's Lost. Act. V. Sc. 2.
Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on,
I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd a. POPE, Windsor Forest. Line 185. From the spungy south to this part of the
west, So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows. There vanish'd in the sunbeams.
b. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sec. 5. m. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. The dove and very blessed spirit of peace.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, c. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1.
And is not careful what they mean thereby.
n. Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 4. I heard a stock-dove sing or say
Around, around, in ceaseless circles wheeling His homely tale this very day;
With clang of wings and scream, the Eagle His voice was buried among trees,
sailed Yet to be come-at by the breeze:
Incessantly. He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed;
0. SHELLEY---Revolt of Islam. Canto I. And somewhat pensively he wooed:
St. 10. He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin, and never ending;
Ho clasps the crag with hooked hands; Of serious faith, and inward glee;
Close to the sun in lonely lands, That was the song,--the song for me!
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. d. WORDSWORTH.-0 Nightingale! Thou The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
Surely Art. He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
p. TENNYSON--The Eagle. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
Shall eagles not be eagles ? wrens be wrens ?
If all the world were falcons, what of that ? No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
The wonder of the eagle were the less, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart,
But he not less the eagle. And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his
q. TENNYSON -- The Golden Year. Line 37. heart. e. BYRON- English Bards and Scotch The engle, with wings strong and free, Reviewers. Line 826. · Builds her home with the flags in the tower.
ing crags Tho' he inherit
That o'erhang the white foam of the sea. Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
r. John H. YATES-A Song of Home. That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air.
ESTRIDGE. f. GRAY-- The Progress of Poesy.
All furnish'd, all in arms;
All plum'd, like estridges that wing the wind The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his airy tour, Bated, like eagles having lately bath'd; Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.
Glittering in golden coats, like images; g. MILTON -- Paradise Lost. Bk. XI.
As full of spirit as the month of May,
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as the youthful goats, wild as young Bird of the broad and sweeping wing,
bulls. Thy home is high in heaven,
s. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. Where wide the storm their banners fling, And the tempest clouds are driven.
FALCON. h. PERCIVAL-- The Eugle.
I know a falcon swift and peerless So in the Libyan fable it is told
As e'er was cradled in the pine; That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, No bird had ever eye so fearless, Said when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
Or wing so strong as this of mine. “With our own feathers, not by other's hands t. LOWELL- The Falcon. Are we now smitten." i. PLUMPTRE'S Aeschylus. Fragm. 123.
Will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the Little eagles wave their wings in gold -
dove ? j. PoPE--Moral Essays. Ep. V.
Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings?
U. POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. III.
k. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1. v. Macbeth. Act II, Sc. 4.
My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty; And, till she stoop, she must not be full
gorg'd, For then she never looks upon her lure. a. Taming of the Shreu. Act IV. Sc. 1.
LAPWING. For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference. j. Much Ado About Nothing Act III.
Sc. 1. LARK. Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray; A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing, fond complaining.
GOLDFINCH. A goldfinch there I saw, with gaudy pride Of painted plumes, that hopped from side to
side. C. DRYDEN — The Flower and the Leaf.
Line 106. GOOSE. As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky. d. Midsummer Night's Dream. “ Act III.
Sc. 2. GULL, SEA. Lack-lustre eye, and idle wing, And spirched breast that skims no more, White as the foam itself, the waveHast thou not even a grave Upon the dreary shore, Forlorn, forsaken thing? € D. M. MULOCK-A Dead Sea-Gull.
HAWK. The winds are pillow'd on the waveless deep, And from the curtain'd sky the midnight
moon Looks sombred o'er the forest depths, that
sleep Unstirring, while a soft, melodious tune Nature's own voice, the lapsing stream, is
heard, And ever and anon th'unseen, night-wander
ing bird. f. MOIR- The Night Hawk. Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks
will soar Above the morning lark. 9. Taming of the Shrero. Induction
Sc. 2. JAY. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful?
. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3.
Thou tells o' never-ending care,
Sts. 1 and 4.
wears. I. 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-
n. Hoog- The Skylark. Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.
0. HURDIS— The Village Curate.
p. LYLY-The Songs of Birds.
q. MILTON - L'Allegro. Line 41. The bird that sings on highest wing,
Builds on the ground her lowly nest;
Sings in the shade when all things rest:
"Hark-hark ! 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.