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No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.

And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

When you take the sires of the cage apart, you do not hurt the bird, but you help it. You let it out of its prison. How do you you know that death does not help me when it takes the wires of my cage down?-that it does not release me, and put me into some better place and better condition of life?

What is joy? It is a bird That we all want to catch. It is the same bird That we all love to see flying.

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?

Give a drink of water as alms to the birds which go forth at morning, and deem that they have a better right than men [to thy charity]. For their race brings not harm upon thee in any wise, when thou fearest it from thine own race.

One often reads about the art of conversation-how it's dying or what's needed to make it flourish, or how rare good ones are. But wouldn't you agree that the infinitely more valuable rara avis [rare bird] is a good listener.

If there was two birds sitting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first.

The flowers never waste their sweetness on the desert air or, for that matter, on the jungle air. In fact, they waste it only when nobody except a human being is there to smell it. It is for the bugs and a few birds, not for men, that they dye their petals or waft their scents.

The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.

The conservation movement is a breeding ground of Communists and other subversives. We intend to clean them out, even if it means rounding up every bird watcher in the country.

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.

A rare bird upon the earth and very much like a black swan.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!

Like a bird she seems to wear gay plumage unconsciously, as if it grew upon her.

A lifelong intimacy with animals has got me out of the common notion that they are automata with a slight infusion of intelligence in their composition. The mind in beast and bird, as in man, is the main thing.

Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.

The Admiral says that he never beheld so fair a thing: trees all along the river, beautiful and green, and different from ours, with flowers and fruits each according to their kind, many birds and little birds which sing very sweetly.

It is a foul bird that filleth his own nest.

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.

In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .