"The eagle suffers little birds to sing."
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Titus Andronicus
by
William Shakespeare
"There is many a young cockerel that will stand upon a dunghill and crow about his father, by way of making his own plumage to shine."
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Cousin Phillis
by
Elizabeth Gaskell
"Why should I disguise what you know so well, but what the crowd never dream of? We companies are all birds of prey; mere birds of prey. The only question is, whether in serving our own turn, we can serve yours too; whether in double-lining our own nest, we can put a single living into yours."
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Martin Chuzzlewit
by
Charles Dickens
A brilliant morning shines on the old city. Its antiquities and ruins are surpassingly beautiful, with a lusty ivy gleaming in the sun, and the rich trees waving in the balmy air. Changes of glorious light from moving boughs, songs of birds, scents from gardens, woods, and fields - or, rather, from the one great garden of the whole cultivated island in its yielding time - penetrate into the Cathedral, subdue its earthy odour, and preach the Resurrection and the Life. The cold stone tombs of centuries ago grow warm; and flecks of brightness dart into the sternest marble corners of the building, fluttering there like wings.
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The Mystery of Edwin Drood
by
Charles Dickens
"Do you know," Peter asked "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories."
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Peter Pan
by
James M. Barrie
Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds poured forth their songs from the shady trees; the lark soared high above the waving corn; and the deep buzz of insects filled the air.
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Nicholas Nickleby
by
Charles Dickens
She understood how much louder a cock can crow in his own farmyard than elsewhere.
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The Last Chronicle of Barset
by
Anthony Trollope
"There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years."
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O Pioneers!
by
Willa Cather
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything.
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Martin Chuzzlewit
by
Charles Dickens
"Be a good boy, remember; and be kind to animals and birds, and read all you can."
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Jude the Obscure
by
Thomas Hardy