Stories about BirdsG.W. Cottrell, 1856 - 96 pages |
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... in among the branches of a honeysuckle , which twined among the pillars and crept over the porch . A fine warm place it was for a nest , shelter- ed from the north winds , and from the driving rains , and from the hot rays HONEYSUCKLES .
... in among the branches of a honeysuckle , which twined among the pillars and crept over the porch . A fine warm place it was for a nest , shelter- ed from the north winds , and from the driving rains , and from the hot rays HONEYSUCKLES .
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... fine , Chee , chee , chee . " Robert of Lincoln is gaily drest , Wears a fine black wedding - coat ; White on his shoulders , and white on his crest ; Hear him call , in his merry note : " Bob - o - link , bob - o - link , Spink , spank ...
... fine , Chee , chee , chee . " Robert of Lincoln is gaily drest , Wears a fine black wedding - coat ; White on his shoulders , and white on his crest ; Hear him call , in his merry note : " Bob - o - link , bob - o - link , Spink , spank ...
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... fine , Chee , chee , chee . " Robert of Lincoln's quaker wife , Pretty and quiet , with plain brown wings , Passing at home a patient life , Broods in the grass , while her husband sings : " Bob - o - link , bob - o - link , Spink ...
... fine , Chee , chee , chee . " Robert of Lincoln's quaker wife , Pretty and quiet , with plain brown wings , Passing at home a patient life , Broods in the grass , while her husband sings : " Bob - o - link , bob - o - link , Spink ...
Page 95
... for the wish you express , But I've no occasion to wear your fine dress ; I would rather remain with my limbs all free , Than to hobble about , singing my chick - a - dee - dee . There is One , my dear child , tho ' THE SNOW - BIRD . * 95.
... for the wish you express , But I've no occasion to wear your fine dress ; I would rather remain with my limbs all free , Than to hobble about , singing my chick - a - dee - dee . There is One , my dear child , tho ' THE SNOW - BIRD . * 95.
Page 96
... ' I cannot tell who , Who has clothed me already , and warm enough , too . Good morning ! O , who are so hap- py as we ? " And away he went , singing his chick - a - dee - dee . A fine of five cents a day is incurred by 96 THE SNOW - BIRD .
... ' I cannot tell who , Who has clothed me already , and warm enough , too . Good morning ! O , who are so hap- py as we ? " And away he went , singing his chick - a - dee - dee . A fine of five cents a day is incurred by 96 THE SNOW - BIRD .
Common terms and phrases
a-dee-dee afraid answered his mamma attentively backwards and forwards bark swallow bird live Bob-o-link Braggart breast bright brood brown builds her nest carefully cents a day chee chick-a-dee-dee chim chimney swallow cling cold creature day is incurred dear Dudley eaves Eddie eggs feed five cents flowers flying backwards fortnight frolic gaily grass green leaves hangs HARVARD COLLEGE hear hill-side holes honeysuckle humming bird incurred by retaining insects J. Q. PREBLE large flocks leafless tree little robin Long told Charles look loud lows martins mate Merrily singing merry morning mother never a bird NEW-YORK neys nice new coat numbers observe pairs of swallows pretty PUTNAM return promptly Robert of Lincoln singing his chick sleet snow snow-bird song spank sparrow Spink straws swal swallow remains swallows fly swift tail and wings tell thee Thou Three pairs warm watch weary wide mouths window swallows winter young birds
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Page 26 - White are his shoulders and white his crest, Hear him call in his merry note: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee. Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink. Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee, chee,...
Page 30 - Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; This new life is likely to be Hard for a gay young fellow like me. Chee, chee, chee. Robert of Lincoln at length is made Sober with work and silent with care; Off is his holiday garment laid, Half forgotten that merry air, Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Nobody knows but my mate and I Where our nest and our nestlings lie. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 31 - Robert of Lincoln at length is made Sober with work, and silent with care; Off is his holiday garment laid, Half forgotten that merry air: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Nobody knows but my mate and I Where our nest and our nestlings lie. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 25 - MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 21 - Oh, did you hear the concert This morning from our tree ? We give it every morning Just as the clock strikes three. We praise our great Creator, Whose holy love we share : Dear children, learn to praise Him too, For all his tender care.
Page 32 - Half forgotten that merry air: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Nobody knows but my mate and I Where our nest and our nestlings lie. Chee, chee, chee. Summer wanes; the children are grown; Fun and frolic no more he knows; Robert of Lincoln's a humdrum crone; Off he flies, and we sing as he goes: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; When you can pipe that merry old strain, Robert of Lincoln, come back again. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 20 - The green leaves shade our lovely home From the hot scorching sun, So many birds live in the tree We do not want for fun. The light breeze gently rocks our nest And hushes us to sleep, We're up betimes to sing our song, And the first daylight greet.
Page 42 - As the campanero tolls his song, And rocks the mighty tree. All crimson is her shining breast, Like to the red, red rose ; Her wing is the changeful green and blue That the neck of the peacock shows.
Page 94 - 0 mother ! do get him some stockings and shoes, And a nice little frock, and a hat, if he choose ; I wish he'd come into the parlor, and see How warm we would make him, poor chick-a-de-de.
Page 28 - Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Never was I afraid of man ; Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can ! Chee, chee, chee.