evening-song

And so we were once more back at the ford, almost home, and the long shadows lying on the cool water, and a thrush singing his evening-song in the wooded crests behind us, and my tale had not been told.

The Rose of Old St. Louis Mary Dillon

Tilda's dancing-air in the first act, the evening-song, sung while the people are gliding down the

The Standard Operaglass Detailed Plots of One Hundred and Fifty-one Celebrated Operas Charles Annesley

He often went out of his way to interrupt Buddy's evening-song.

The Tale of Jasper Jay Tuck-Me-In Tales Arthur Scott Bailey 1913

One would think Shakspeare had actually been in some tropical forest when the daylight began to fade, and the myriads of insects to take up their evening-song!

Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 437 Volume 17, New Series, May 15, 1852 Various 1836

'By this man had spoken thir words unto the King's grace, the evening-song was near done, and the King paused on thir words, studying to give him an answer; but, in the meantime, before the

Marmion Walter Scott 1801

At this time, an elderly Fly said it was the hour for the evening-song to be sung; and, on a signal being given, all the Blue-Bottle-Flies began to buzz at once in a sumptuous and sonorous manner, the melodious and mucilaginous sounds echoing all over the waters, and resounding across the tumultuous tops of the transitory titmice upon the intervening and verdant mountains with a serene and sickly suavity only known to the truly virtuous.

Nonsense Songs Edward Lear 1850

At this time, an elderly Fly said it was the hour for the evening-song to be sung; and, on a signal being given, all the Blue-Bottle-Flies began to buzz at once in a sumptuous and sonorous manner, the melodious and mucilaginous sounds echoing all over the waters, and resounding across the tumultuous tops of the transitory titmice upon the intervening and verdant mountains with a serene and sickly suavity only known to the truly virtuous.

Nonsense Books Edward Lear 1850

a few moments later came to the edge of a tiny meadow in the heart of them, where a warbler was bursting its throat in evening-song.

The Country Beyond James Oliver Curwood 1903

When the sun went down I would say my prayers; and when I had done thou shouldst play thy evening-song upon thy pipe; nor would the incense of my sacrifice be worse accepted for entering heaven along with that of a broken heart.”

Sterne Traill, H D 1882