Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Bobolink
Modest and shy as a nun is she;
One weak chirp is her only note;
Braggarts and prince of braggarts is he,
Pouring boasts from his little throat.
Bryant—Robert of Lincoln.
Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,
Wearing a bright black wedding-coat;
White are his shoulders and white his crest.
Bryant—Robert of Lincoln.
One day in the bluest of summer weather,
Sketching under a whispering oak,
I heard five bobolinks laughing together,
Over some ornithological joke.
C. P. Cranch—Bird Language.
When Nature had made all her birds,
With no more cares to think on,
She gave a rippling laugh and out
There flew a Bobolinkon.
C. P. Cranch—The Bobolinks.
The crack-brained bobolink courts his crazy mate,
Poised on a bulrush tipsy with his weight.
O. W. Holmes—Spring.
Out of the fragrant heart of bloom,
The bobolinks are singing;
Out of the fragrant heart of bloom
The apple-tree whispers to the room,
“Why art thou but a nest of gloom
While the bobolinks are singing?”
W. D. Howells—The Bobolinks are Singing.