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, A slender young Blackbird built in a thorntree: A spruce little fellow as ever could be; 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. 9. D. M. MULOCK-The Blackbird and the Rooks. O Blackbird! sing me something well: Are thine: the range of lawn and park: 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 0. CANARY. Daybreak. Thou should'st be carolling thy Maker's praise, Poor bird! now fetter'd, and here set to draw, Thy bill, that now with pain scant forage earns. p. JULIAN FANE-Poems. Second Edition, with Additional Poems. Canary Bird. To a So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows. I heard a stock-dove sing or say He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed; Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd From the spungy south to this part of the west, There vanish'd in the sunbeams. m. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby. n. Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 4. Around, around, in ceaseless circles wheeling With clang of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed Incessantly. 0. SHELLEY--Revolt of Islam. Canto I. He clasps the crag with hooked hands; p. TENNYSON--The Eagle. Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? 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. r. 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. None but the lark so shrill and clear; p. LYLY-The Songs of Birds. 1. MILTON-L'Allegro. Line 41. T. MONTGOMERY-Humility. I said to the sky poised Lark: 'Hark-hark! 66 Thy note is more loud and free 8. D. M. MULOCK-A Rhyme About Birds. |