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The thrustelcok made eek hir lay, The wode dove upon the spray She sang ful loude and cleere.— CHAUCER — The Rime of Sir Thopas.

As when 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. L. 70.

Shatter'd and torn, before the flag they fly Like doves, that the exalted eagle spy Ready to stoop and seize them from on high.— DUKE — On the Death of Charles II.

Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in 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.— LADY MONTAGU — Verses. Written in a Garden. St. 1.

The Dove, On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.— MONTGOMERY — Pelican Island. Canto I. L. 173.

Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky; Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves, When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves.— POPE — Windsor Forest. L. 185.

Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 309.

But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove.— Shakespeare — A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 83.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows.— Shakespeare — S. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 50.

The dove and very blessed spirit of peace.— Shakespeare — Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 46.

And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.— TENNYSON — Miller's Daughter.

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!— WORDSWORTH — O Nightingale! Thou

Surely Art. Eagle. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his heart.— BYRON — English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. L. 826.

Tho' he inherit Nor the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air,— GRAY — The Progress of Poesy.

King of the peak and glacier, King of the cold, white scalps, He lifts his head at that close tread, The eagle of the Alps.— VICTOR HUGO — The Swiss Mercenaries.

The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. XI. L. 184.

Bird of the broad and sweeping wing, Thy home is high in heaven, Where wide the storms their banners fling, And the tempest clouds are driven.— PERCIVAL — To the Eagle.

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 others' hands, Are we now smitten."— ED. H. PLUMPTRES — Æschylus.

Fragm. 123. And little eagles wave their wings in gold.— POPE — Moral Essays. Ep. to Addison. L. 30.

But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no track behind.— Shakespeare — Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 49.