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.
J. 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.

9.

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'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.

CANARY.

Daybreak.

Thou should'st be carolling thy Maker's

praise,

Poor bird! now fetter'd, and here set to draw,
With graceless toil of beak and added claw,
The meagre food that scarce thy want allays!
And this-to gratify the gloating gaze
Of fools, who value Nature not a straw,
But know to prize the intraction of her law
And hard perversion of her creature's ways!
Thee the wild woods await, in leaves attired,
Where notes of liquid utterance should en-
gage

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.
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.

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.
St. 10.

He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

p. TENNYSON--The Eagle.

Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens?
If all the world were falcons, what of that?
The wonder of the eagle were the less,
But he not less the eagle.

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.

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;
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.

1. 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.

T. 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.