"Starling" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... captive STARLING, who liv'd near the road, [p 14] They soon spied, and enquir'd for the Poet's abode: But 'twas useless, indeed! tho' they made a great rout, For he only kept crying, "I cannot get out!" This want of attention the PEACOCK enrag'd, And he fiercely exclaim'd, "Ha! ...
— The Peacock and Parrot, on their Tour to Discover the Author of "The Peacock At Home" • Unknown
... science is that of T. G. Wormley, long a citizen of Columbus, though a native of Pennsylvania. He wrote his work on poisons in our capital, where he had studied their effects on animal life, in several thousand cats and dogs, while a professor in Starling Medical College. His microscopical analysis was illustrated by drawings of the poison crystals, made by his wife, who learned the art of steel engraving for the purpose, when it was found that no one else could give the exquisite ...
— Stories Of Ohio - 1897 • William Dean Howells
... answer this question; so we got the Bible Dictionary and read there that a great many of our smaller birds, such as the starling, linnet, goldfinch, blackbird, lark, wagtail, and thrush, are found in Palestine, and that the Tree-sparrow has been seen in great numbers on Mount Olivet; while another kind, the Rock-sparrow, is often found perched ...
— Twilight And Dawn • Caroline Pridham
... to undertake At the same high pitch as an altercation. It's not for me, of course, to judge How much a Deaf Lady ought to begrudge; But half-a-guinea seems no great matter— Letting alone more rational patter— Only to hear a parrot chatter: Not to mention that feather'd wit, The Starling, who speaks when his tongue is slit; The Pies and Jays that utter words, And other Dicky Gossips of birds, That talk with as much good sense and decorum, As many Beaks who ...
— The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood • Thomas Hood
... can I prove 'a lion' then no more? A ball-room bard, a foolscap, hot-press darling? To bear the compliments of many a bore, And sigh, 'I can't get out,' like Yorick's starling; Why then I 'll swear, as poet Wordy swore (Because the world won't read him, always snarling), That taste is gone, that fame is but a lottery, Drawn by the blue-coat misses ...
— Don Juan • Lord Byron
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