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That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird. - Martial (Marcus Valerius Martialis), Epigrams (bk. XIV, ep. 67) Birdes of a feather will flocke togither. - John Minsheu (Minshew) Birds, the free tenants of earth, air, and ocean, Their forms all symmetry, their motions grace, In plumage delicate and beautiful, Thick without burthen; close as fish's scales, Or loose as full blown poppies on the gale; With wings that seem as they'd a soul within them, They bear their owners with such sweet en-chantment. - James Montgomery Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings. - ascribed to John Mason Neale See the enfranchised bird, who wildly springs, With a keen sparkle in his glowing eye And a strong effort in his quivering wings, Up to the blue vault of the happy sky. - Lady Caroline Sheridan Norton (Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton) He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the bush. - Plutarch, Of Garrulity Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore,-- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" - Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven (st. 8) Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day. - Alexander Pope, Pastorals--Spring (l. 23) A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. - Proverb The birds, great Nature's happy commoners, that haunt in woods in meads; and flowery gardens, rifle the sweets and taste the choicest fruits. - Nicholas Rowe The nightingale, if he should sing by day, when every goose is cackling, would be thought no better a musician than the wren. How many things by season seasoned are to their right praise and true perfection! - William Shakespeare The woosel cock so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill, The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill-- . . . . The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plain-song cuckoo grey, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer nay. - William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream (Bottom at III, i) I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king. - William Shakespeare, King Henry the Fourth, Part II (Lancaster at V, v) That byrd ys nat honest That fylythe hys owne nest. - John Skelton, Poems Against Garnesche (III) The bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings. - William C. Somerville, The Chace We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry. - John Webster With sonorous notes Of every tone, mix'd in confusion sweet, Our forest rings. - Carlos Wilcox Displaying page 2 of 2 for this topic: << Prev 1 [2]
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