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These bells have been anointed,
And baptized with holy water !
LONGFELLOW-Christus. The Golden

Legend. Prologue.

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Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells!

d. MOORE -- Those Evening Bells.

With deep affection
And recollection
I often think of

Those Shandon bells,
Whose sounds so wild would,
In the days of childhood,
Fling round my cradle
Their magic spells.
FATHER PROUT (Francis Mahony).

The Bells of Shandon. Sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh. f. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1.

Hark! the loud-voiced bells

Stream on the world around
With the full wind, as it swells,

Seas of sound!

Pt. V. Softly the loud peal dies,

In passing wind it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys,

Tender tones. k. FREDERICK TENNYSON--The Bridal.

Pt. VII. How like the leper, with his own sad cry Enforcing his own solitude, it tolls! That lonely bell set in the rushing shoals, To warn us from the place of jeopardy! CHARLES (TENNYSON) TURNER- The

Traveller and His Wife's Ringlet.

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Great albatross !--the meanest birds

Spring up and flit away,
While thou must toil to gain a flight,

And spread those pinions grey;
But when they once are fairly poised,

Far o'er each chirping thing, Thou sailest wide to other lands, E'en sleeping on the wing. LELAND-Perseverando.

BAT. The sun was set; the night came on apace, and falling dews bewet around the place, The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings. b. Gay-Shepherd's Week. Wednesday;

or, The Dumps.

Ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight.

Macbeth. Act III. So. 2.

How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon!

The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams thro'

whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling

wings, And listen fondly-while the Blackbird sings. i. FREDERICK TENNYSON -- The Blackbirit.

St. 1. BLUEBIRD. "So the Bluebirds have contracted, have

they, for a house? And a nest is under way for little Mr.

Wren? Hush, dear, hush! Be quiet, dear; quiet as These are weighty secrets, and we must

whisper them." j. Susan COOLIDGE- Secrets. In the thickets and the meadows Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa, On the summit of the lodges Sang the robin, the Opechee.

k. LONGFELLOW-- Hiawatha. Pt. XXI.

a mouse.


BEACH-BIRD. Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice,

And with that boding cry

Along the breakers tly? d. DANA - The Little Beach-Bird.



And from each hill let music thrill
Give my fair love good morrow,
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow.

The birds havo 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 thorn

tree: 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 sinooth 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.

ho. TENNYSON -- The Blackbird.

BOBOLINK. Modest and shy as a nun is she;

One weak chirp is her only note; Braggart and prince of braggarts is he,

Pouring boasts from his little throat.

I. BRYANT--Robert of Lincoln. Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,

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

BRYANT--Robert of Lincoln. 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


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 !

Daybreak. CANARY. 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 iníraction 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 biil, that now with pain scant forage earns,

JULIAN FANE- Poems. Second Elition, with Additional Poems.

To a Canary Bird.


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Oh! when 'tis summer weather,
And the yellow bee, with fairy sound,
The waters clear is humming round,
And the cuckoo sings unseen,
And the leaves are waving green-

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. DRYDEN- To Her Grace of Ormond.

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Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year, k. JOHN LOGAN-To the Cuckoo.

The Cuckoo then on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he,

Cuckoo! Cuckoo! ( word of fear,
Unpleasing to married ear.

Love's Labour's Lost. . V. So. 2.

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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.

But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.

l. 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.

Titus Andronicus, Act IV. Sc. 4. Around, around, in ceaseless circles wheeling With clang of wings and scream, the Eagle

sailed Incessantly. SHELLEY--Revolt of Islam. Canto I.

St. 10. Ho 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 tower

ing crags That o'erhang the white foam of the sea.

John H. Yates--A Song of Home.

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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. 9. 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.

h. PERCIVAL- The Eugle. So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said when he saw the fashion of the shaft, “With our own feathers, not by other's hands Ars we now smitten."

i. PLUMPTRE's Aeschylus. Fragm. 123. Little eagles wave their wings in gold j. POPE--Moral Essays. Ep. V.

Line 30. All furnish'd, all in arms; All plum'd, like estridges that with the wind Bated, like eagles having lately bath'à; Glittering in golden coats, like images.

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

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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.

t. 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.

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A falcon tow'ring in her pride of place,
Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

Macbeth. Act II, Sc. 4.





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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. Taming of the Shreu. Act IV. Sc. 1.

The wildfowl nestled in the brake
And sedges, brooding in their liquid bed.
b. BYRON--Don Juan Canto XIII.

St. 57.
A goldfinch there I saw, with gaudy pride
Of painted plumes, that hopped from side to

DRYDEN- The Flower and the Leaf.

Line 106.
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 snuirched 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.

Thou tells o never-ending care,
O'speechless grief and dark despair:
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!

Or my poor heart is broken!
k. BURNS—Address to the Woodlark.

Sts. 1 and 4.







The lark, that holds observance to the sun,
Quaver'd his clear notes in the quiet air,
And on the river's murmuring base did run,
Whilst the pleas'd Heavens her fairest livery
1. 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.

HÖGG 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!

Hogg—The Skylark.
Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.

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.

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.

I said to the sky poised Lark:

“ Hark-hark !
Thy note is more loud and free
Because there lies safe for thee
A little nest on the ground."

D. M. MULOCK-A Rhyme About Birds.

HAWK. The winds are pillow'd on the waveless deep, And from the curtain'd sky the midnight 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. g. Taming of the Shrew. Induction.

Sc. 2. JAY. What

, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful? h. Taming of the Shreu. Act IV. Sc. 3.

KINGFISHER. She rears her young on yonder tree; She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em; Like us, for fish, she sails to sea, And, plonging, shows us where to find 'em. Yo, ho, my hearts ! let's seek the deep, Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her, While the slow bending net we sweep, God bless the Fish-bank and the fisher! . ALEXANDER WILSON- The Fisherman's


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