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Updated: June 22, 2025
If she had been a singing-bird she would have trilled to the piano; but she had not a note of music. The dressing-gong gave her direction. There was plenty to be done. "The gong! I'm going to make myself smart, James. Quite smart. Are you coming up?" James had the paper open in the middle. "Eh? Oh, there's lots of time run away. I'm rather busy." "You're not a bit busy. But I'll go."
"Why are you angry with me?" replied the little singing-bird, "what have I done?" "Done!" repeated the Portuguese duck, "your mode of expressing yourself is not very polite. I must call your attention to that fact." "It was sunshine here yesterday," said the little bird, "but to-day it is cloudy and the air is close."
In like manner the male singing-bird commences his song when the pair are making ready to build their nest. While his mate is sitting, his song reminds her of his presence, and inspires her with a feeling of security and content, during the period of her confinement.
For a whole month following she had sufficient resolution to see Mirto no more, and was becoming sick with chagrin and weariness. The queen visited her frequently, bringing all sorts of sweetmeats, and a singing-bird, to divert her captivity. She brought no finery; indeed, that would have been quite thrown away on the pigeons. At length, one day Rose heard a great noise in the palace.
He passed through life as would a splendid wild singing-bird, making music because it was the law of his being, but never directing that talent with conscious energy to some purpose beyond itself.
The singing-bird soared away, over mountain and valley, over field and wood he was the Bird of Popular Song, who never dies. We hear his song we hear it now in the room while the white bees are swarming without, and the storm clutches the windows. The bird sings not alone the requiem of heroes; he sings also sweet gentle songs of love, so many and so warm, of Northern fidelity and truth.
"The Arapahoes have forgotten their chief," said Whirlwind, bitterly. "No, no: not forgotten him!" cried a young girl his sister bounding into the circle, and throwing herself, into his arms. "The Singing-Bird does not forget," said the chief, holding her tightly in his embrace. "We did not forget, but thought you dead!" they all cried, after fairly recovering from their panic.
She bowed, and as Miss Lermontof inclined her head slightly in response, there was a kind of cold aloofness in her bearing a something defiantly repellent which filled Diana with a sudden sense of dislike, almost of fear. It was as though the sun had all at once gone behind a cloud. The Baroni's voice fell on her ears, and the disagreeable tension snapped. "A rivederci, little singing-bird.
At the helm sat a boy half a child he seemed: it was Jonas, the little singing-bird, as Wilhelm had once called him. Last Whitsuntide he had been confirmed, and with his Confirmation all his singer-dreams were at an end: but that did not trouble him; on the contrary, it had lain very heavy upon his heart that he was not to be a fifer.
My little singing-bird do you wish me to prepare another bath for you?" "Oh, no! no! pray let me dry," implored the little bird. "The water-cure is the only remedy for me, when I am not well," said the Portuguese. "Amusement, too, is very beneficial. The fowls from the neighborhood will soon be here to pay you a visit.
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