Where in venerable rows
Widely waving oaks enclose
The moat of yonder antique hall,
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Where in venerable rows
Widely waving oaks enclose
The moat of yonder antique hall,
Swarm the rooks with clamorous call;
And, to the toils of nature true,
Wreath their capacious nests anew.

Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night,
They seem to do nothing but quarrel and fight,
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Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night,
They seem to do nothing but quarrel and fight,
And wrangle and jangle, and plunder.
- Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik),