VIRTUAL DICTIONARY - FAMOUS QUOTES

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.

Birds of a feather will gather together.

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.

You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

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!

Dame Nature's minstrels.

To warm their little loves the birds complain.

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.

The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.

A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.

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?

Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

A rare bird upon the earth, and exceedingly like a black swan.

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

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,

That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.