Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.

Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.

Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god,
He made the barren waste his lone abode,
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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.

Now begin;
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing runs
Close by the ground, to hear our read more

Now begin;
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing runs
Close by the ground, to hear our conference.