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Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god, He made the barren waste his lone abode, And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er The lofty palace then his own no more. - James Beattie, Vergil (pastoral 6) The false lapwynge, full of trecherye. - Geoffrey Chaucer, The Parlement of Fowles (l. 47) Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. - Oliver Goldsmith, The Deserted Village (l. 44) Now begin; For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing runs Close by the ground, to hear our conference. - William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (Hero at III, i)
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