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 The woosel cock so black of hue,
 With orange-tawny bill,
  The throstle with his note so true,
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 The woosel cock so black of hue,
 With orange-tawny bill,
  The throstle with his note so true,
   The wren with little quill--
    . . . .
     The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
      The plain-song cuckoo grey,
       Whose note full many a man doth mark,
        And dares not answer nay. 
 That byrd ys nat honest
 That fylythe hys owne nest.  
 That byrd ys nat honest
 That fylythe hys owne nest. 
 The bird
 That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet 
complainings.  
 The bird
 That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet 
complainings. 
 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, 
 That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your 
repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.  
 That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your 
repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird. 
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. 
 He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the 
bush.  
 He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the 
bush. 
 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!" 
 Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
 With joyous musick wake the dawning day.  
 Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
 With joyous musick wake the dawning day.