"Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the s…"

"Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year."

"The cuckoo builds not for himself."

"And being fed by us you used us so As that ungentle gull, the cuckoo's bird, Useth the sparrow."

"... On several occasions I have seen a cuckoo mobbed by small birds, and it would be pleasant to think it was done as…"

"The Attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note."

"And now I hear its voice again, And still its message is of peace, It sings of love that will not cease, For me it ne…"

"The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded."

"While I deduce, From the first note the hollow cuckoo sings, The symphony of spring."

"List—'twas the cuckoo—O, with what delight Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint, Far off and faint, and…"