Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers.
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?
Birds of a feather will gather together.
Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song.
You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.
Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.
To warm their little loves the birds complain.
Fish got to swim and birds got to fly I got to love one man till I die, Can't help lovin' dat man of mine.
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food Whose scent hath lur'd them o'er the summer flood; And those that under Araby's soft sun Build their high nests of budding cinnamon.
The birds have ceased their songs, All save the blackbird, that from yon tall ash, 'Mid Pinkie's greenery, from his mellow throat, In adoration of the setting sun, Chants forth his evening hymn.
Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed, Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes Expanded, shine with azure, green and gold; How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
By the far bridge many a spent cartridge Cheney killed 81 birds that day but in the pear tree survived ...... the partridge.
When Nature had made all her birds, With no more cares to think on, She gave a rippling laugh and out There flew a Bobolinkon.
What a cunning mixture of sentiment, pity, tenderness, irony surrounds adolescence, what knowing watchfulness! Young birds on their first flight are hardly so hovered around.
And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head.
The clouds,--the only birds that never sleep.
Half of the modern drugs could well be thrown out of the window, except that the birds might eat them.
You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair.
The captive birds no longer flew Their cadaverous bodies giving flu and Avian Spongiform Encephalopathy .. Mad Chicken Mad Turkey Mad Bird in Aviano and everywhere daily grew.
Do not conceive that fine clothes make fine men, any more than fine feathers make fine birds. A plain, genteel dress is more admired, obtains more credit in the eyes of the judicious and sensible.
The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melody: Even so mayest thou the giddy men of Rome.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby.
If my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds.