Here with a sudden brilliant roulade the singer ran up the scale to the C in alt, and there paused with a trill as delicious and full as the warble of a nightingale.
That richly modulated warble proceeding from the top of yonder birch, and which unpracticed ears would mistake for the voice of the scarlet tanager, comes from that rare visitant, the rose-breasted grosbeak.
Both warble in the same cheerful strain, but the latter more continuously and rapidly.
I am attracted by another warble in the same locality, and experience a like difficulty in getting a good view of the author of it.
When twenty rods distant, I hear all along the line of the forest the incessant warble of the red-eyed vireo, cheerful and happy as the merry whistle of a schoolboy.
Our long-tailed thrush, or thrasher, like its congeners the catbird and the mockingbird, delights in a high branch of some solitary tree, whence it will pour out its rich and intricate warble for an hour together.
Homer must have heard the twittering of the swallows, the cry of the plover, the voice of the turtle, and the warble of the nightingale; but they were not adequate symbols to express what he felt or to adorn his theme.
They seemed to warble as easily as most birds breathe; in fact, song seemed a necessity to them.
Warble infestation was higher in the first half of October (16 per cent of the mice infected) than in the second half of the month (5.
There each trim lass that skims the milky store To the swart tribes their creamy bowl allots; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
He used to wake her in the morning with a kiss, and warble his little greeting.
The dark-brown spot on her eye shone out with a coquettish light never seen in it until now, and the warble in her voice was like the music of a happy bird.
Methinks their peaceful warble makes too soft a welcome for such warlike comers.
I earned no more by a warble Than you by a sketch in plaster; You wanted a piece of marble, I needed a music-master.
How do the blackbird and thrassel with their melodious voices bid welcome to the cheerful spring, and in their fixed monthswarble forth such ditties as no art or instrument can reach to?
These I will pass by, but not those little nimble musicians of the air, that warble forth their curious ditties, with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art.
Sweet voiced songsters warble and coo, Building their nests in trees o’erhead, For the first breath of Summer’s dew, And the lilac bloom will soon wed.
He could not touch a string in such a straine, To which she warble and not sung it plaine; His fingers could not reach to greater choice, Then she did with her voyce.
Even more boreal visitors feel the new influence, and tree and fox sparrows warble sweetly.
All was still, only the birds were full of songs and pouring them out on all sides; from every tree and bush came a warble or a twitter or a whistle of ecstasy.
Sweet as the warble of woods, that awakes at the gale of the morning!
The sunny showers, the dappled sky, The little birds that warble high, Their vernal loves commencing, Will better welcome you than I With their sweet influencing.
The opening trill carries to a considerable distance, but the sweetness of the closing warble is lost to any but near listeners.
This daytime serenade is vivacious, but not loud except in occasional passages,--a sort of chattering, ecstatic warble of diverse elements.
The burden is intended for fairy ears, but he that hath ears to hear let him hear a curious vowel scale, an inspirated rattle or trill, which descends and ends in a simple warble of several notes.
When he tastes the plum he utters a series of ahs, and produces a kind of warble by prolonging some of his notes and shortening up others.
My Jaco in Paris has a warble that answers the ringing of the bell.
Not to forget the sounds we buy From those who sell their sounds so high, That, unless the Managers pitch it strong, To get a Signora to warble a song, You must fork out the blunt with a haymaker's prong!
There scatter'd oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen are frequent violets found; The robin loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground.
