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


  • Bird of the amber beak,
  • Bird of the golden wing!
  • Thy dower is thy carolling;
  • Thou hast not far to seek
  • Thy bread, nor needest wine
  • To make thy utterance divine;
  • Thou art canopied and clothed
  • And unto Song betrothed.
  • E. C. Stedman.

  • Sing away, ay, sing away,
  • Merry little bird,
  • Always gayest of the gay,
  • Though a woodland roundelay
  • You ne’er sung nor heard;
  • Though your life from youth to age
  • Passes in a narrow cage.
  • D. M. Mulock.

  • Thou should’st be carolling thy Maker’s praise,
  • Poor bird! now fetter’d, and here set to draw,
  • With graceless toil of beak and added claw,
  • The meager food that scarce thy want allays!
  • And this—to gratify the gloating gaze
  • Of fools, who value nature not a straw,
  • But know to prize the infraction of her law
  • And hard perversion of her creatures’ ways!
  • Thee the wild woods await, in leaves attired,
  • Where notes of liquid utterance should engage
  • Thy bill, that now with pain scant forage earns.
  • Julian Fane.