C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • The birds have ceased their songs,
  • All save the blackbird, that from yon tall ash,
  • ’Mid Pinkie’s greenery, from his mellow throat,
  • In adoration of the setting sun,
  • Chants forth his evening hymn.
  • Moir.

  • O Blackbird! sing me something well:
  • While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
  • I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
  • Where thou may’st warble, eat and dwell.
  • Tennyson.

  • Golden Bill! Golden Bill!
  • Lo, the peep of day;
  • All the air is cool and still,
  • From the elm-tree on the hill,
  • Chant away:
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  • Let thy loud and welcome lay
  • Pour alway
  • Few notes but strong.
  • Montgomery.

  • How sweet the harmonies of the afternoon!
  • The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze
  • His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon;
  • Rich breath of hayfields streams thro’ whispering trees;
  • And birds of morning trim their bustling wings,
  • And listen fondly—while the Blackbird sings.
  • Frederick Tennyson.