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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,
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, 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! โ CHARLES (TENNYSON) TURNER- The
Traveller and His Wife's Ringlet.
Great albatross !--the meanest birds
Spring up and flit away,
And spread those pinions grey;
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.
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.
THOMAS HEYWOOD. 1610.
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.
Barely to bathe them in the blaze;
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.
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.
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. . V. So. 2.
I heard a stock-dove sing or say
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.
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,
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.
As e'er was cradled in the pine;
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.
A falcon tow'ring in her pride of place,
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. Taming of the Shreu. Act IV. Sc. 1.
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,
Or my poor heart is broken!
Sts. 1 and 4.
The lark, that holds observance to the sun,
Buckingham. Line 1.
HÖGG The Skylark.
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-
HURDIS— The Village Curate.
p. LYLY- The Songs of Birds.
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 !
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