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Longfellow, The Tides. The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; * * * * * * The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface...

dead of Ireland. James Mackay, Michael Collins: A Life (1996), p. 303 The curlew stood silent and unseen In the long damp grass And he looked down on the...

busy with bird life. Besides troops of gulls and oyster-catchers, and curlews, and redshanks, and dunlins, there are far-coming whimbrels, and sanderlings...

A. Lomax. Oh, I love these wild flowers in this dear land of ours, The curlew I love to hear scream, And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks...

southern Ireland. James Mackay, Michael Collins: A Life (1996), p. 302 The curlew stood silent and unseen In the long damp grass And he looked down on the...

“prairie pigeons” were made incidental to blasting them out of the sky; curlews, golden-plovers, godwits, and other shorebirds were treated much as passenger...

one should attempt to escape from it. The south winds roars at night, Curlews hasten in their flight, The air is damp and warm. Desire to sleep has vanished...

A sege of herons, and of bitterns; an herd of swans, of cranes, and of curlews; a dopping of sheldrakes; a spring of teels; a covert of cootes; a gaggle...

both sand-hill and white cranes: also flocks of a species of plover and curlew. Add to these numbers of hawks and ravens, and we have most of the fowls...