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And as with one accord, at break of day, The rooks bestir themselves, by nature taught To chase the dew-drops from their wings away; Some flying off, to reappear no more— Others repairing to their nests again— Some whirling round—then settling as before.—Wright. |
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What time the swallow pours her plaintive strain, Saluting the approach of morning gray, Thus haply mindful of her former pain.—Ibid. |
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E'en as the lark high soaring pours its throat Awhile, then rests in silence, as though still It dwelt enamour'd of its last sweet note.—Ibid. |
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As when unto his partner's side, the dove Approaches near—both fondly circling round, And cooing, show the fervour of their love; So these great heirs of immortality Receive each other; while they joyful sound The praises of the food they share on high.—Wright. |
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And, as a falcon, which first scans its feet, Then turns him to the call, and forward flies, In eagerness to catch the tempting meat.—Ibid. |