| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day. |
| Alexander Pope | A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. |
| Bible | Curse not the king, no not in thy thought; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber; for a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter. |
| Bishop Gavin Douglas | Dame Nature's minstrels. |
| Cervantes Saavedra | You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff. |
| Cervantes Saavedra | Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last. |
| Edgar Allan Poe | Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore,-- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!" |
| George Herbert | A feather in hand is better than a bird in the air. |
| Harper Lee | Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, |
| John Heywood | Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood. |
| John Skelton | That byrd ys nat honest That fylythe hys owne nest. |
| Karl Herrlossohn | When the swallows homeward fly When the roses scattered lie When from neither hill or dale Chants the silvery nightingale: In these works my bleeding heart Would to thee its brief impart; When I thus thy image lose Can I ah! can I e er know repose? |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | Birdes of a feather will flocke togither. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialndex | Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings. |
| Oscar Hammerstein II | Fish got to swim and birds got to fly I got to love one man till I die, Can't help lovin' dat man of mine. |
| Plutarch | He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the bush. |
| Rachel L Carson | Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song. |
| Richard Henry Dana | Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice, And with that boding cry Along the waves dost thou fly? Oh! rather, bird, with me Through this fair land rejoice! |
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