You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.

You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
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The woosel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill--
. . . .
The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay.

Birds of a feather will gather together.

Birds of a feather will gather together.

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

To warm their little loves the birds complain.

To warm their little loves the birds complain.

Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
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Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
And with that boding cry
Along the waves dost thou fly?
Oh! rather, bird, with me
Through this fair land rejoice!

The bird
That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet
complainings.

The bird
That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet
complainings.

Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly
shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on read more

Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly
shore,--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore!"