United States or Guadeloupe ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
A farmer stopped on his way from the field to water his team. The frogs began to call shrilly from the reeds and rushes. The swallows, twittering, sought their nests beneath the bridge. It was time that the boy was going home. Slowly, reluctantly, the little fisherman drew his line from the water and wrapped it carefully round the pole.
Nevertheless, from time to time, rustling sounds struck the ear of Tyope, and proved that the pursuit was carried on unrelentingly. He noticed a suspicious twittering and cracking, not behind him, but at one side; and it approached.
The screaming of the bird was conveyed through the thin floor from above with loud distinctness, and every note of singing things seemed to be imitated by it, from the hawk's gloating cry to the swallow's twittering alarm, with the most rapid versatility, and even hurry, as if the creature was trying over every bird language, with the hope of finding one mankind could understand.
But at that moment ironic Fate having twice averted drowning, twice waved off the hand of man flashed out in the guise of a twittering wood swallow. In the last stage of exhaustion no evading swerve was possible.
His voice, rich and facile, and moderated with discretion, has a charm that is irresistible in the sonorous old mosque, where at this hour the only other sound is the scarcely perceptible twittering of the little broods above, among the dull gold beams of the ceiling.
Saton had reached the gate now, and was within reach of the gun and the bag of cartridges, which were hanging by a leather belt from the gate-post. He turned his head, and looked stealthily along the path by which Rochester had come. There was no one in sight, no sound except the twittering of birds overhead, and the rustling of the leaves. He sank on one knee, and his hand closed upon the gun.
It is the most narrowly local and stay-at-home of all birds, never leaving the very fringe and margin, not of sea, but of land, haunting only the last edge and precipice of the coast, nesting on those upright walls of granite or chalk, and creeping, flying, and twittering among the crumbling stones, the water-worn boulders, and the tufts of sea-pink and samphire.
The birds flew hither and thither on joyous wings, twittering their simple gratitude to Him who 'heareth the ravens cry; for they indeed were thankful that the dark days were past, and that 'the time of the singing of birds had come. As to the little brooks and streams, how rejoiced were they to be free once more! they bounded away over the sandy shallows or pebbly beds, laughing for very gladness, and kissing the green banks whose fresh verdure they laved, whilst murmuring to them their gladsome song: 'I'm free! oh, joy!
"No, no " she murmured, sliding low within his arms. "Look first around, if our house be worthy!" But he caught her up, and lifting her, crushing her body to his, carried her into the hut. She awoke at daybreak to the twittering of birds. Raising herself little by little, she bent over him, studying the face of her beloved.
Perhaps he was just foolish. Was not life made for living, not worrying? He had not created his passions and desires. He threw open the shutters and there was the bright day. Everything was so green outside, the flowers in bloom, the trees casting a cool, lovely shade, the birds twittering. Bees were humming. He could smell the lilacs.
Word Of The Day