In spring more mortal singers than belong To any one place cover us with song. Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng.
At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.
we have to suffer mosquitoes the size of blackbirds.
A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill's shoulder.
As to the garden, it seems to me its chief fruit is-blackbirds.
Blackbirds are the cellos of the deep farms.
Reporters are like blackbirds sitting on a telephone wire. One flies off and they all fly off. One flies back and they all fly back.
We are nature. We are nature seeing nature. The red-winged blackbird flies in us.
I love that sound,' he mumbled into her hair. 'Blackbirds at dawn.' 'I hate it. Makes me think I've done something I'll regret.
