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These bells have been anointed,
Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells!
d. MOORE--Those Evening Bells.
With deep affection
Those Shandon bells,
Their magic spells.
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
Seas of sound!
Pt. V. Softly the loud peal dies,
In passing wind it drowns,
To warn us from the place of jeopardy! | I CHARLES (TENNYSON) TURNER- The
Traveller and His Wife's Ringlet.
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.
BAT. The sun was set; the night came on a pace, 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. c. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2.
And with that boding cry
Along the breakers tly? d. Dana - The Little Beach-Bird.
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
a mouse. 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.
e. Tuomas HEYWOOD. 1610. 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 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
the Rooks. O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground
The unnetted black-hearts ripen dark,
to. 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.
BRYANT--Robert of Lincoln. Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,
Wearing a bright black wedding-coat; White are his shoulders and white his crest.
m. 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
sings. N. BRYANT- Robert of Lincoln. The broad blue mountains lift their brows
Barely to bathe them in the blaze;
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 iniraction 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 Ellition, with Additional Poems. To a
Sing away, ay, sing away,
Merry little bird
You ne'er sung nor heard ;
List-'twas the Cuckoo. O with what delight Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though
faint, Far off and faint, and melting into air, Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again! Those louder cries give notice that the Bird, Although invisible as Echo's self, Is wheeling hitherward.
m. WORDSWORTH — The Cuckoo at Laverna. O blithe New-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice; O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice?
n. WORDSWORTH- To the Cuckoo.
Good-morrow to thy sable beak,
The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding
throat Awake the God of day. C. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1.
CYGNET. Cygnets following through the foamy wake, Picking the leaves of plants, pursuing in
sects, 0. MONTGOMERY-Pelican Island.
Canto IV. Line 236. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; And, from the orgin-pipe of frailty, sings His soul and body to their lasting rest.
p. King John. Act V. Sc. 7.
The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. d. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3.
The morning cock crew loud; And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanish'd from our sight.
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2.
CROW. To shoot at crows is powder flung away. L. Gar. Ep. IV. Last line.
Light thickens; and the crow Jakes wing to the rooky wood. 9. Macbeth Act III. Sc. 2.
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark. h. Merchant of Venice. Act V. Sc. 1.
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.
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.
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year. k. JOHN LOGAN- To the Cuckoo.
The Cuckoo then on every tree,
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 Eaglo 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. - Nightingale! Thou
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
TENNYSON--- The Eagle.
Shall eagles not be eagles ? wrens be wrens ? So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
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
9. TENNYSON-- The Golden Year. Line 37. heart. e. BYRON- English Bards and Scotch The eagle, 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, Line 184. 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,
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;
LAPWING. And, till she stoop, she must not be full
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing, runs gorg'd, For then she never looks upon her lure.
Close by the ground, to hear our conference. a. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 1. j. Much Ado About Nothing. Act III.
Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, b. BYRON-- Don Juan. Canto XIII.
Nor quit for me the trembling spray;
Thy soothing, fond complaining.
Thou tells o' never-ending care,
| O' speechless grief and dark despair: C. DRYDEN --The Flower and the Leaf.
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!
Or my poor heart is broken!
k. BURNS- Address to the Woodlark. GOOSE.
Sts. 1 and 4. As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
The lark, that holds observance to the sun, Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Quaver'd his clear notes in the quiet air, Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky. | And on the river's murmuring base did run, d. Midsummer Night's Dream. "Act III. Whilst the pleas'd Heavens her fairest livery
wears. GULL, SEA.
l. DRAYTON- Legend of the Duke of
Buckingham, Line 1. Lack-lustre eye, and idle wing, And smirched breast that skims no more,
Bird of the wilderness White as the foam itself, the wave
Blithesome and cumberless Hast thou not even a grave
Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Upon the dreary shore,
Emblem of happiness, Forlorn, forsaken thing?
Blest is thy dwelling-place. e. D. M. MULOCK-A Dead Sea-Gull.
m. HOGG—— The Skylark. HAWK.
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! The winds are pillow'd on the waveless deep,
Then, when the gloaming comes
Low in the heather blooms And from the curtain'd sky the midnight
Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! moon Looks sombred o'er the forest depths, that
Emblem of happiness, sleep
Blest is thy dwelling-placeVastirring, while a soft, melodious tune
O to abide in the desert with thee! Nature's own voice, the lapsing stream, is
n. Hogg—The Skylark. heard,
Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. And ever and anon th’unseen, night-wander
0. HURDIS— The Village Curate. ing bird. f. MOIR- The Night Hawk.
None but the lark so shrill and clear; Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings. will soar Above the morning lark.
p. LYLY- The Songs of Birds. 9. Taming of the Shrew. Induction. Hear the lark begin his flight,
Sc. 2. And singing startle the dull Night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise.
q. Milton-L'Allegro. Line 41. Ho Taming of the Shrew. Act IV. Sc. 3. The bird that sings on highest wing,
Builds on the ground her lowly nest; KINGFISHER.
And she that doth most sweetly sing, She rears her young on yonder tree;
Sings in the shade when all things rest: She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em;
In lark and nightingale we see Like us, for fish, she sails to sea,
What honor hath humility. And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em.
r. MONTGOMERY— Humility. Yo, ho, my hearts ! let's seek the deep,
I said to the sky poised Lark: Ply every oar, and cheerly wish her,
“Hark-hark ! While the slow bending net we sweep,
Thy note is more loud and free God bless the Fish-bank and the fisher! Because there lies safe for thee 1. ALEXANDER WILSON- The Fisherman's A little nest on the ground.”
Hymn. 8. D. M. MULOCK - A Rhyme About Birds.