wood-thrush

A wood-thrush, or veery, was pouring out his thrilling, liquid notes as we arrived.

Lippincott's Magazine, October 1885 Various

The main matters here were a sand-beach, a girl who read and loved Wordsworth, a wood-thrush, a seal-race, a "killer's" head, and

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 87, January, 1865 Various

There are some intervals which border the strain of the wood-thrush, to which I would migrate, -- wild lands where no settler has squatted; to which, methinks, I am already acclimated.

Harvard Classics Volume 28 Essays English and American Various

There came out the low west-wind singing to itself through the leaves, the drone of a late-carousing honey-bee, the lapping of the water on the shore, the song of the wood-thrush replete with the sweetness of its half-melody; and ever and anon the pensive cry of the whippoorwill fluted across the deepening silence that summoned all these murmurs into hearing.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 07, No. 39, January, 1861 Various

When you sit down on your porch after dark, fifebird and hermit-thrush and wood-thrush will sing to you, and even whippoorwill will cheer you up a little.

The Great Round World and What Is Going On In It, Vol. 1, No. 39, August 5, 1897 A Weekly Magazine for Boys and Girls Various

As the party retraced their steps homeward the partridge was still calling his cheerful "Bob White" from amid the wheat, while from the shadowy depth of a laurel thicket came the sweet gurgle of the wood-thrush.

Plantation Sketches Margaret Devereux

A boy wishes, for instance, to identify the wood-thrush; or

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 122, December, 1867 Various

He finds that in this book the wood-thrush is dismissed with two pages, while there is a quotation from Wilson seven pages long upon the habits of the mocking-bird.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 122, December, 1867 Various

June roses scatter their leaves above him, and when the sun drops low, with long golden shafts upon the green mound which covers him, from far down in the laurel thicket comes the liquid gurgle of the wood-thrush.

Plantation Sketches Margaret Devereux

You lose the sweet shyness of her face, the appeal in her eyes not yet dry, and that soft minor chord in her voice that reminds me now of a wood-thrush.

The Rim of the Desert Ada Woodruff Anderson