white-throat

The roses on the tall bushes are fragrant as of yore; a white-throat sits on the bush beneath the old pear-tree and sings; a gentle breeze steals through the garden and even the box around the circular beds rustles its dark leaves.

The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 09 Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig Various

The white-throat uses odd jerks and gesticulations over the tops of hedges and bushes.

MacMillan's Reading Books Book V Anonymous

There was something in its cadences that recalled to him the flute-notes of the English white-throat, a melody that attracts only to disappoint.

Lippincott's Magazine, November 1885 Various

Unlike most other birds, they do not pair; you all know, too, that cuckoos make no nests, but lay their eggs one by one in the nests of various other birds, such as those of the hedge-warbler, or hedge-sparrow as it is generally but wrongly called, robin, white-throat, and other birds.

Country Walks of a Naturalist with His Children W. Houghton

And the white-throat builds, and all the swallows!

The Ontario Readers: Fourth Book Ontario. Ministry of Education

The bells call it, the white-throat sings it, the roses breathe it, the gentle breeze whispers it, the beautiful aged faces speak it, from the tower roof of

The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 09 Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig Various

To me, the lament of the wood pewee brings to mind deep, moist places in the Pennsylvania backwoods; the crescendo of the oven bird awakens memories of the oaks of the Orange mountains; when a loon or an olive-sided flycatcher or a white-throat calls, the lakes and forests of

The Log of the Sun A Chronicle of Nature's Year William Beebe 1919

A white-throat sings his clear song of the North, and a moment later is answered by an oriole's melody, or the sweet tones of a rose-breasted grosbeak -- the latter one of those rarely favoured birds, exquisite in both plumage and song.

The Log of the Sun A Chronicle of Nature's Year William Beebe 1919

He did not feel the earth beneath his knees, nor the whip of the sumach across his face; he did not see the moon shadows creep slowly along the fallen birch; nor did he notice that the white-throat had hushed its song.

The Blazed Trail Stewart Edward White 1909

Again the white-throat lifted his clear, spiritual note across the brightness, slow, trembling with.

The Blazed Trail Stewart Edward White 1909