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Updated: May 26, 2025
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light, The dawn had been preluded by the awakening chirrups of songsters in the wood. A shriller note was struck by some feathered Daphnis piping to his Chloe.
It chirrups of the dear silly couple. Well, this was her wish. Was it his? Young health on the flow of her leaping blood cried out that it could not be other than Alvan's wish; she believed in his wishing it. Then as he wished and she wished, she had the will immediately, and it was all the more her own for being his as well.
But in vain were caresses; in vain were chirrups, duckings, and kisses, wafted to the nigh leader. Like the rebellious South of to-day, he had taken his attitude, and stood now on four legs, now on two, pawing only the dark air, and regardless of the general welfare behind him.
I love them, in that the graceful hind conceals her timid fawn among the ferns that wave on the lone banks of many a nameless rill, threading their hills, untrodden save by the miner, or the infrequent huntsman's foot in that the noble stag frays oftentimes his antlers against their giant trees in that the mighty bear lies hushed in grim repose amid their tangled swamps in that their bushy dingles resound nightly to the long-drawn howl of the gaunt famished wolf in that the lynx and wild-cat yet mark their prey from the pine branches in that the ruffed grouse drums, the woodcock bleats, and the quail chirrups from every height or hollow in that, more strange to tell, the noblest game of trans-atlantic fowl, the glorious turkey although, like angels' visits, they be indeed but few and far between yet spread their bronzed tails to the sun, and swell and gobble in their most secret wilds.
His heavy tramping feet over the soil startled some little brown birds from their hidden nests, and sent them flying to and fro through the clear air uttering sharp chirrups of terror, and, leaning on his spade, he paused and looked at them meditatively. "Everything is afraid," he said, "Birds, beasts, and men, all are afraid of something and cannot tell what it is that frightens them.
"Why he went and had all his special numbers here changed once just because I found out one of them by mistake and called him up on it for a joke the cryptic old person!" Peter had said with mocking affection. The telephone chirrups again and Oliver gets up and goes toward the door of the office with a vague idea of answering it since there seem to be no servants about.
And now when busy crowds retire To take their evening rest, The hermit trimm'd his little fire, And cheer'd his pensive guest: And spread his vegetable store, And gayly prest, and smil'd; And skill'd in legendary lore, The lingering hours beguil'd. Around in sympathetic mirth Its tricks the kitten tries, The cricket chirrups in the hearth; The crackling faggot flies.
The native, understanding the nature of the little bird, unhesitatingly follows him; but perhaps his steps are too slow for the impatient caller, upon which he flies back, urging him louder, more impatient cries, to hasten, and then darts swiftly forward, as if he would show how quickly he could go to the honey-store, until at last the treasure is reached, the native has applied fire to the bees' nest, and secured the honey, while the little bird preens himself, and chirrups in triumphant notes, as if he were informing the biped that without his aid he never could have found the honey.
From the trees by the roadside birds gave out happy chirrups, country people in their Sunday clothes and creaking boots passed or overtook the silent pair; a man on a horse rode out from a gate and cantered with very little noise on the rough grass edging the road. Henrietta watched him until he disappeared and then it seemed as if he had never been there at all.
I love thee so, but I came forth from thy womb good for nothing not fit even for life. There goes a cock-sparrow, hopping along with outspread wings; he chirrups, and every note, every ruffled feather on his little body, is breathing with health and strength.... What follows from that? Nothing. He is well and has a right to chirrup and ruffle his wings; but I am ill and must die that's all.
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