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The sparrows chirped as if they still were
proud Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned
be. i, LONGFELLOW-The Birds of
Killingworth. St. 2.
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long, That it had its head bit off by its young.
King Lear. Act I. Sc. 4.
Behold, within the leafy shade,
k. WORDSWORTH, The Sparrow's Nest.
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'ill caw from the windy
tall elm-tree. b. TENNYSON--The May Queen. Nera
Year's Eve. The rook who high amid the boughs In early Spring, his airy city builds, And ceaseless caws amusive. THOMSON- The Seasons. Spring.
Line 765. SEA-BIRD. Hush! a young sea-bird floats, and that
quick cry Shrieks to the levelled weapon's echoing
sound: Grasp its lank wing, and on, with reckless
bound ! Yet, creature of the surf, a sheltering breast To-night shall haunt in vain thy far-off
nest, A call unanswered search the rocky ground. d. HAWKER--Records of the Western Shore.
Pater Vester Pascit Illa. 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.
When Jesus hung upon the cross
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. f. CLARE--The Rural Muse. Poems.
The Sedge-Bird's Nest.
Quick drifting to and fro,
A shadow on the snow. 9. GEORGE W. BUNGAY—The English
Sparrow. In thy own serinon, 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. ho GEORGE MacDONALD— Paul Faber.
Consider the Ravens. Ch. XXI.
It's surely summer, for there's a swallow:
There goes the swallow,--
Hasty swallow stay,
Point us out the way; Look back swallow, turn back swallow, stop
swallow. 9. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI — Songs in a
Cornfield. St. 7.
The swallow twitters about the eaves;
Blithely she sings, and sweet, and clear; Around her climb the woodbine leaves In a golden atmosphere. CELIA THAXTER—The Swallow. St. 1.
The swallow sweeps The slimy pool, to build his hanging house. b. THOMSON—The Seasons. Spring.
SWAN. and over the pond are sailing
Two swans all white as snow; Sweet voices mysteriously wailing
Pierce through me as onward they go.
Sweet melody rises on high,
Songs. No. 2. The swan in the pool is singing,
And up and down doth he steer,
Dips under the water clear.
Interlude No. 64.
No. 3. The swan with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly,
rows Her state with oary feet. f MILTON— Paradise Lost. Bk. VII.
Line 438. The white swan, as he lies on the wet grass,
when the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of
Mæander. g. RILEY's Ovid. Ep. VII. All the water in the ocean, Can Dever turn a swan's black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood. h. Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 2.
I have seen a swan With bootless labour swim against the tide, And spend her strength with over-matching
i. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act. I. Sc. 4. The swan's down feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines. Antony and Cieopatra. Act III.
Sc. 2. The stately-sailing swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale; And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet Bears forward fierce, and guards his osier
isle, Protective of his young. k. THOMSON — The Seasons. Spring.
I said to the brown, brown Thrush:
“Hush-hush! Through the wood's full strains I hear Thy monotone deep and clear,
Like a sound amid sounds most fine." 0. D. M. MULOCK-A Rhyme About Birds.
There the thrushes Sing till latest sunlight flushes In the west. p. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI—Sound Sleep.
St. 2. When rosy plumelets tuft the larch, And rarely pipes the mounted thrush. 9
TENNYSON-In Memoriam. Pt. XC. At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight
appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung
for three years. 1.
WORDSWORTH — Reverie of Poor Susan.
WHIP-POOR-WILL. All day in silence thou dost hide, At eve thy call is drifted wide, Scarce melody, a tender trill, And sad, oh, strange, wild whip-poor-will. MARIE LE BARON- The Whip-Poor.
Vill. Where deep and misty shadows float In forests depths is heard thy note. Like a lost spirit, earthbound still, Art thou, mysterious whip-poor-will. t. MARIE LE BARON--The Whip-Poor
Will. But the whip-poor-will wails on the moor,
And day has deserted the west: The moon glimmers down thro' the vines at
And the robin has flown to her nest.
JAMES G. CLARKE--The Wood-Robin.
WHITE-THROAT. The happy white-throat on the swaying
bough, Rocked by the impulse of the gadding wind That ushers in the showers of April, now Carols right joyously; and now reclined, Crouching, she clings close to her moving
seat, To keep her hold. CLARE- The Rural Muse. Poems.
The Happy Bird.
b. D. M. MULOCK- The Wren's Nest.
Among the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little Wren's
In spugness may compare. d. WORDSWORTH-A Wren's Nest.
BIRTHDAY. My birthday !--"How many years ago ?
Twenty or thirty ?" Don't ask me! “Forty or fifty ?"--How can I tell? I do not remember my birth, you see !
JULIA C. R. DORR--My Birthday.
Believing hear, what you deserve to hear: Your birthday, as my own, to me is dear. Blest and distinguish'd days! which we
should prize The first, the kindest, bounty of the skies. But yours gives most; for mine did only lend Me to the world, yours gave to me a friend.
I. MARTIAL-IX. 53.
Every anniversary of a birthday is the dispelling of a dream.
A birthday :-and now a day that rose
With much of hope, with meaning rifeA thoughtful day from dawn to close:
The middle day of human life. g. JEAN INGELOW-A Birthday Walk.
I am old, so old, I can write a letter;
My birthday lessons are done;
They are only one times one.
Seven Times One.
Show me your nest with the young ones in it;
I will not steal them away;
I am seven times one to-day.
Seven Times One.
BLESSINGS. 'Tis not for mortals always to be blest. ARMSTRONG—Act of Preserving Health.
Bk, IV. Line 260. Blessings star forth forever; but a curse Is ke a cloud-it passes. BAILEY--Festus. Sc. Hades.
Blest Is he whose heart is the home of the great
dead, And their great thoughts.
p. BAILEY- Festus. Sc. A Village Feast. God bless you! I have nothing to tell, sir. 9. CANNING- The Friend of Humanity
and the Knife-Grinler. For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. CONGREVE--The Mourning Bride.
Act V. Sc. 7. What is remote and difficult of success we are apt to overrate; what is really best for us lies always within our reach, though often overlooked.
LONGFELLOW--Kavanagh. Ch. XXX A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet. t. Rich. MONCKTON MILNES— The Men of
As this auspicious day began the race
impair; The years we wish, the better half will spare, The victims of your eyes will bleed no more, But all the beauties of your mind adore. jo JEFFERY Miscellanies. To a Lady
on her Birthday.
This is my birthday, and a happier one was never mine. k. LONGFELLOW- The Divine Tragedy.
The Second Passover. Pt. II.
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
WORDSWORTH-The Prelude. Bk. XL
The blest to-day is as completely so,
POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. I. Line 75. God bless the King! God bless the faith's
defender! God bless--No harm in blessing the Pre
tender, Who that Pretender is, and who that
b. Scorr --Redgauntlet. Ch. VII. Jove bless thee, master parson.
Twelfth Night. Act IV. Sc. 2. The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew.
d. Cymbeline. Act V. Sc. 5. Like birds, whose beauties languish half con
cealed, Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy
plumes Expanded, shine with azure, green and gold; How blessings brighten as they take their
BLINDNESS. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrevocably dark! total eclipse, Without one hope of day.
f. MILTON--Samson Agonistes. Line 80. He that is stricken blind, cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. g. Romeo and Juliet. Act I.Sc. 1.
And when a damp Pell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet, whence he
blew Soul-animating strains--alas, too few! ኤ h. WORDSWORTH-Scorn not the Sonnet;
Critic, you have Frowned.
centres in the mind. i. GOLDSMITI -- The Traveller.
Line 423. The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastis'd by sabler tints of woe. j. GRAY-Ode on the Pleasure arising
from Vicissitude. Line 45. But such a sacred and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now.
k. MILTON—Comus. Line 262. I know I am-that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn. I. BAYARD TAYLOR-Prince Denkalion.
I have no one to blush with me, To cross their arms and hang their heads with
I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you
ceive Whether I blush or no.
Coriolanus. Act I. Sc. 9. Prolixious blushes that banish what they
y. Measure for Measure. Act II. Sc. 4. Two red fires in both their faces blazed; She thought he blush'd, And blushing with him, wistly on him
gazed. 2. The Rape of Lucrece. Line 1354.
gested Bacon— Essay. Of Studies.
Yet will she blush, here be it said,
Some books are to be tasted, others to be To hear her secrets so betrayed.
swallowed, and some few to be chewed and The Passionate Pilgrim. Pt. XIX.
The images of men's wits and knowledges Her blushing was, and how she blush'd remain in books, exempted from the wrong again.
of time, and capable of perpetual renovation. b. TENNYSON—The Princess.
Bacon- Advancement of Learning. Pt. III. Line 83,
Bk. I. Advantages of Learning. The man that blushes, is not quite a brute.
They are true friends, that will neither YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VII.
flatter nor dissemble : be you but true to Line 496.
yourselt, applying that which they teach BOATING.
unto the party grieved, and you shall need
no other comfort nor counsel. Spread the thin oar and catch the driving
Bacon-An Expostulation to the Lord. gale.
Chief-Justice Coke. d. POPE--Essay on Man. Ep. III. Line 177.
Are not companions—they are solitudes: The oars were silver:
We lose ourselves in them and all our cares. Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke.
0. BAILEY-Festus. Sc. A Village Feast. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2.
Books are life-long friends whom we come BOOKS.
to love and know as we do our children. Books are the legacies that a great genius
S. L. BOARDMAN-Library Economy. leaves to mankind, which are delivered down from generation to generation, as presents to
Books are embalmed minds. the posterity of those who are yet unborn.
9. BOVEE-Summaries of Thought.
Books. f. ADDISON--The Spectator. No. 166. One cannot celebrate books sufficiently.
Books, books, books!
I found the secret of a garret-room After saying his best, still something better remains to be spoken in their praise.
Piled high with cases in my father's name; g. ALCOTT--Table-Talk. Bk. I.
Piled high, packed large, -where, creeping
in and out Learning-Books.
Among the giunt fossils of my past, That is a good book which is opened with
Like some small nimble mouse between the expectation and closed with profit.
ribs h. ALCOTT— Table-Talk. Bk. I.
Of a mastadon, I nibbled here and there Learning-Books. At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The books that charmed us in youth recall The first book first. And how I felt it beat the delight ever afterwards; we are hardly Under my pillow, in the morning's dark, persuaded there are any like them, any de. An hour before the sun would let me read! serving equally our affections. Fortunate if My books! the best fall in our way during this suscepti At last, because the time was ripe, ble and forming period of our lives.
I chanced upon the poets. i. ALCOTT— Table-Talk. Bk. I.
E. B. BROWNING ---Aurora Leigh.
Bk. I. Line 830. Books are delightful when prosperity hap
We get no good pily smiles; when adversity threatens, they By being ungenerous, even to a book, are inseparable comforters. They give And calculating profits--so much help strength to human compacts, nor are grave By so much reading. It is rather when opinions brought forward without books.
We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge Arts and sciences, the benefits of which no Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's promind can calculate, depend upon books.
found, j. RICHARD AUNGERVYLE (Richard De Impassioned for its beauty, and salt of Bury)-Philobiblon.
'Tis then we get the right good from a book. You, O Books, are the golden vessels of
E. B. BROWNING--Aurora Leigh. the tomple, the arms of the clerical militia
Bk. I. Line 700. with which the missiles of the most wicked are destroyed; fruitful olives, vines of En
Some said, “John, print it," others said, gaddi, fig-trees knowing, no sterility; burn
" Not so," ing lamps to be ever held in the hand.
Some said, • It might do good,” others said, k. RICHARD AUNGEBYYLE (Richard De