When the swallows homeward fly,
When the roses scattered lie,
When from neither hill or dale,
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When the swallows homeward fly,
When the roses scattered lie,
When from neither hill or dale,
Chants the silvery nightingale:
In these works my bleeding heart
Would to thee its brief impart;
When I thus thy image lose
Can I, ah! can I, e'er know repose?

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
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A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
[A feather in hand is better than a bird in the air.]

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember
it's a sin to kill a read more

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember
it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

To warm their little loves the birds complain.

To warm their little loves the birds complain.

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

Every bird that upwards swings
Bears the Cross upon its wings.

Every bird that upwards swings
Bears the Cross upon its wings.

Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly
shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on read more

Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly
shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"