Swans

"A swan always gives the idea of a court-lady, — stately in her grace, ruffling in her bravery, and conscious of the floating plumes that mark her pretensions. The peacock is a coquette ; it turns in the sunshine, it looks round as if to ask the conscious air of its purple and gold ; but the swan sails on in majestic tranquillity, it sees the fair image of its perfect grace on the waters below, and is content."

"Swan, my mother said, sensing my excitement. It pattered the bright water, flapping its great wings, and lifted into the sky. The word alone hardly attested to its magnificence nor conveyed the emotion it produced. The sight of it generated an urge I had no words for, a desire to speak of the swan, to say something of its whiteness, the explosive nature of its movement, and the slow beating of its wings."

"All our geese are swans."

"Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing save the waves and I May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die."

"The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith."

"Cignoni non sine causa Apoloni dicati sint, quod ab eo divinationem habere videantur, qua providentes quid in morte boni sit, cum cantu et voluptate moriantur."

"Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home."

"The immortal swan that did her life deplore."

"The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse."

"The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear."

"And over the pond are sailing Two swans all white as snow; Sweet voices mysteriously wailing Pierce through me as onward they go. They sail along, and a ringing Sweet melody rises on high; And when the swans begin singing, They presently must die."

"The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood."

"There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon."

"The swan murmurs sweet strains with a faltering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge."

"The swan, with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet."

"Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Mæander."

"The swan's down-feather, That stands upon the swell at full of tide, And neither way inclines."

"As I have seen a swan With bootless labour swim against the tide And spend her strength with over-matching waves."

"I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings His soul and body to their lasting rest."

"(Let music sound while he doth make his choice) Then if he lose he makes a swan-like end."

"I will play the swan And die in music."

"For all the water in the ocean, Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood."

"You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve."

"The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear."

"Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs."

"The stately-sailing swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale; And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet Bears forward fierce, and guards his osier isle, Protective of his young."

"The swan on still St. Mary's lake Float double, swan and shadow!"