A Year with the Birds / Third Edition, Enlarged

by W. Warde Fowler

Or, as it rises, the high-soaring cranes

Flee to the hills before it, or, with face

Upturned to heaven, the heifer snuffs the gale

Through gaping nostrils, or about the meres

Shrill-twittering flits the swallow.

—Georgic i. 373.

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In blushing spring

Comes the white bird long-bodied snakes abhor.

—Georg. ii. 320.