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


  • Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green,
  • Thy sky is ever clear;
  • Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
  • No winter in thy year!
  • John Logan.

  • The merry cuckow, messenger of spring,
  • His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
  • Spenser.

  • Oh, could I fly, I’d fly with thee!
  • We’d make, with joyful wing,
  • Our annual visit o’er the globe,
  • Companions of the spring.
  • John Logan.

  • O blithe newcomer! I have heard,
  • I hear thee and rejoice;
  • O cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
  • Or but a wandering Voice?
  • Wordsworth.

  • List—’twas the cuckoo—O with what delight
  • Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint,
  • Far off and faint, and melting into air,
  • Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again!
  • Those louder cries give notice that the bird,
  • Although invisible as Echo’s self,
  • Is wheeling hitherward.
  • Wordsworth.