"The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in ou…"

"Spring, the sweete Spring, is the yeres pleasant King, Then bloomes eche thing, then maydes daunce in a ring, Cold do…"

"The mounting lark (day’s herald) got on wing, Bidding each bird choose out his bough and sing. The lofty treble sung …"

"A has just flown from a bare branch in the gateway, where he had been perched and singing a full hour. Presently he w…"

"It’s not their fault they do not know The birdsong from the radio."

"I grant the Linet, Larke, and Bul-finch sing, But best, the deare, good Angell of the Spring, The Nightingale."

"All day I heard your high heart-broken laughter, Swallow, and, hearing, cried, ‘Is there no place Or time when you fo…"

"My mournful voice the pitying rocks shall move, And my complainings echo thro' the grove."

"What Bird so sings, yet so dos wayle? O ’tis the ravish’d Nightingale. Jug, jug, jug, tereu, shee cryes, And still he…"

"Above the antique mantel was displayed As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene The change of Philomel, by the b…"