To warm their little loves the birds complain.

To warm their little loves the birds complain.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

Fish got to swim and birds got to fly
I got to love one man till I die,
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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.

Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.

Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

Did ever raven sing so like a lark
That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?

Did ever raven sing so like a lark
That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise?

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements.

Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
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Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
The dialect they speak, where melodies
Alone are the interpreters of thought?
Whose household words are songs in many keys,
Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught!
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,

The raven once in snowy plumes was drest,
White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast,
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The raven once in snowy plumes was drest,
White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast,
Fair as the guardian of the Capitol,
Soft as the swan; a large and lovely fowl
His tongue, his prating tongue had changed him quite
To sooty blackness from the purest white.