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Birds-Sea Bird: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.— WORDSWORTH — To a Redbreast.
In Sickness, Rook. Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night They seem to do nothing but quarrel and fight, And wrangle and jangle, and plunder.— D. M. MULOCK — Thirty Years. The
Blackbird and the Rooks. The building rook'll caw from the windy tall elm-tree.— TENNYSON — The May Queen. New Year's Eve. St. 5.
Invite the rook who high amid the boughs, In early spring, his airy city builds, And ceaseless caws amusive.— THOMSON — The Seasons. Spring. L. 756.
Where in venerable rows Widely waving oaks enclose The moat of yonder antique hall, Swarm the rooks with clamorous call; And, to the toils of nature true, Wreath their capacious nests anew.— WARTON — Ode 10.
Sand-Piper. Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry. The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I.— CELIA THAXTER — The Sand-Piper.
Sea Bird. How joyously the young sea-mew Lay dreaming on the waters blue, Whereon our little bark had thrown A little shade, the only one; But shadows ever man pursue.— E. B. BROWNING — The Sea-Mew.
Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.— BRYANT — To a Water Fowl.
Up and down! Up and down! From the base of the wave to the billow's crown; And amidst the flashing and feathery foam The Stormy Petrel finds a home, - A home, if such a place may be, For her who lives on the wide, wide sea, On the craggy ice, in the frozen air, And only seeketh her rocky lair To warm her young and to teach them spring At once o'er the waves on their stormy wing!— BARRY CORNWALL — The Stormy Petrel.
Between two seas the sea-bird's wing makes halt, Wind-weary; while with lifting head he waits For breath to reinspire him from the gates That open still toward sunrise on the vault High-domed of morning.— SWINBURNE — Songs of the Spring Tides.
Introductory lines to Birthday Ode to Victor Hugo. Sedge-Bird. Fixed in a white-thorn bush, its summer guest, So low, e'en grass o'er-topped its tallest twig, A sedge-bird built its little benty nest, Close by the meadow pool and wooden brig.— CLARE — The Rural Muse. Poems. The
Sedge-Bird's Nest. Sparrow. Blithe wanderer of the wintry air, Now here, now there, now everywhere, Quick drifting to and fro, A cheerful life devoid of care, A shadow on the snow.— GEORGE W. BUNGAY — The English
Sparrow. Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!— WM. CARTWRIGHT — Lesbia and the
Sparrow. The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be.— LONGFELLOW — Tales of a Wayside Inn.
The Poet's Tale. The Birds of Killingworth. St. 2. And in thy own sermon, thou That the sparrow falls dost allow, It shall not cause me any alarm; For neither so comes the bird to harm, Seeing our Father, thou hast said, Is by the sparrow's dying bed; Therefore it is a blessed place, And the sparrow in high grace.— GEORGE MACDONALD — Paul Faber. Consider the Ravens. Ch. XXI.