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


The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.


  • Where deep and misty shadows float
  • In forest’s depths is heard thy note.
  • Like a lost spirit, earthbound still,
  • Art thou, mysterious whip-poor-will.
  • Marie Le Baron.

  • But the whip-poor-will wails on the moor,
  • And day has deserted the west:
  • The moon glimmers down thro’ the vines at my door
  • And the robin has flown to her nest.
  • James G. Clarke.