throstles

"And the breakfast with the throstles and the lady's-slippers?"

Seven Miles to Arden Ruth Sawyer 1925

It was an enchanting spot and a delicious lunch, with good company to boot; but, to her annoyance, Patsy found herself continually comparing it unfavorably with a certain vagabond breakfast garnished with yellow lady's-slippers, musicianed by throstles, and served by a tinker.

Seven Miles to Arden Ruth Sawyer 1925

One misses the climbing roses of the ideal merry England, and the soft turf and spreading yews and the flowering hedgerows where throstles and linnets play hide-and-seek the livelong day.

Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great Hubbard, Elbert, 1856-1915 1916

One man, with opinions pretty well ossified on this subject, having been challenged for his statement that Mrs. Browning was born at Hope End, rushed into print in a letter to the “Gazette” with the countercheck quarrelsome to the effect, “You might as well expect throstles to build nests on Fleet Street 'buses, as for folks of genius to be born in a big city.”

Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great Hubbard, Elbert, 1856-1915 1916

“I hate your damned throstles and larks and bobolinks,” said C.L., in feigned contempt.

Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great Hubbard, Elbert, 1856-1915 1916

"Heads up, young master, never say die! and wi 'the larks and the throstles a-singing away so inspiring too -- Lord love me!"

The Amateur Gentleman Jeffery Farnol 1915

Then on the first of March, the kind-hearted month that nurses April's violets, I would leave town for my country place and, as the poets have it watch the changing skies and the hazel blooms peep through the swelling buds and hear the trees begin to whisper and the throstles break into song.

Who Cares? a story of adolescence Cosmo Hamilton 1910

Where on a dew-wet swinging spray brown throstles trilled above,

The Four Winds of Eirinn 1906

Christmas pies; the jackdaws woke up in the Cathedral tower; and although it was the middle of the night the throstles and robins sang; and air was quite full of little twittering tunes.

The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter Beatrix Potter 1904

Under the wooden eaves the starlings and sparrows sang of Christmas pies; the jack-daws woke up in the Cathedral tower; and although it was the middle of the night the throstles and robins sang; the air was quite full of little twittering tunes.

The Tailor of Gloucester Beatrix Potter 1904