So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows. b. Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sec. 5.

The dove and very blessed spirit of peace.
C. Ilenry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 1.

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!
d. WORDSWORTH.--0 Nightingale! Thou
Surely Art.

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.
J.
MILTON--Paradise Lost. Bk. XI.
Line 184.

Bird of the broad and sweeping wing,

Thy home is high in heaven,

Where wide the storm their banners fling, And the tempest clouds are driven. h. PERCIVAL- 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 other's hands
Are we now smitten."

i. PLUMPTRE'S Aeschylus. Fragm. 123. Little eagles wave their wings in goldj. POPE--Moral Essays. Ep. V.

Line 30.

0. SHELLEY--Revolt of Islam. Canto I. St. 10.

He 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 towering crags

That o'erhang the white foam of the sea.
JOHN H. YATES--A Song of Home.

Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings? POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. III.

น.

Line 53.

A falcon tow'ring in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. น. Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 4.

DRAYTON-Legend of the Duke of
Buckingham, Line 1.

Bird of the wilderness

Blithesome and cumberless

Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblem of happiness,

Blest is thy dwelling-place.

m.

HOGG-The Skylark.

Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!
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-

O to abide in the desert with thee! n. HOGG-The Skylark.

Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. 0. HURDIS-The Village Curate.

None but the lark so shrill and clear;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
LYLY-The Songs of Birds.

p.

Hear the lark begin his flight,
And singing startle tae dull Night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise.

q.
MILTON-L'Allegro. Line 41.
The bird that sings on highest wing,
Builds on the ground her lowly nest;
And she that dota most sweetly sing,
Sings in the shade when all things rest:
In lark and nightingale we see
What honor Lath humility.

r. MONTGOMERY-Humility.

I said to the sky poised Lark:
Hark-hark!

Thy note is more loud and free

Because there lies safe for thee
A little nest on the ground."

S. D. M. MULOCK-A Rhyme About Birds.

e.

Cymbeline Act II. Sc. 3. Song.

It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. f.

Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 5.
It was the lark, the herald of the morn.
9.
Romeo and Juliet--Act III. Sc. 5.

Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest,
From his moist cabinet mounts up on high,
And wakes the morning, from whose silver
breast

The sun ariseth in his majesty.

h. Venus and Adonis-Line 853.

Sound of vernal showers

On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was

Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares

abound?

Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest, which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!

Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine: Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood

Of harmony, with instinet more divine: Type of the wise who soar, but never roam: True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!

Thou hast a nest, for thy love and thy rest,
And, though little troubled with sloth,
Drunken lark! thou wouldst be loth
To be such a traveller as I.

MATTHEW ARNOLD-Philomela. Line 1.

As nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.

k.

PHILIP J. BAILEY-Festus. Sc. Home.
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lov'rs' vows

Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
BYRON-Parisina. St. 1.

1.

m.

"Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird! Oh, idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. COLERIDGE-The Nightingale. Line 13. 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music!

n. COLERIDGE-The Nightingale. Line 43. Sweet bird that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past or coming void of care, Well pleased with delights which present

are,

Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet smelling flowers.

0. DRUMMOND-Sonnet. The Nightingale. Like a wedding-song all-melting Sings the nightingale, the dear one.

p. HEINE-Book of Songs. Donna Clara. The nightingale appear'd the first, And as her melody she sang,

The apple into blossom burst,

To life the grass and violets sprang.
.. HEINE-Book of Songs. New Spring.
No. 9.

The nightingales are singing
On leafy perch aloft.

7.

HEINE-Book of Songs. New Spring.
No. 5.

The nightingale's sweet music
Fills the air and leafy bowers.

S. HEINE-Book of Songs. New Spring.
No. 31.

Adieu! Adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades:

Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:-do I wake or sleep? t. KEATS-To a Nightingale.