Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Rook
Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night,
They seem to do nothing but quarrel and fight,
And wrangle and jangle, and plunder.
D. M. Mulock—Thirty Years. The Blackbird and the Rooks.
Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless caws amusive.
Thomson—The Seasons. Spring. L. 756.
Where in venerable rows
Widely waving oaks enclose
The moat of yonder antique hall,
Swarm the rooks with clamorous call;
And, to the toils of nature true,
Wreath their capacious nests anew.
Warton—Ode X.