Known commonly as the jackass, this long-eared little creature is respected throughout the southwest--roundly cursed yet respected...--and here he is usually referred to by his Spanish name, burro. Because of his extraordinary bray, he is sometimes ironically called the "Arizona Nightingale."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now the nightingale, the pretty nightingale, The sweetest singer in all the forest's choir,... Entreats thee, sweet Peggy, to hear thy true Love's tale: Lo! yonder she sitteth, her breast against a briar.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O, 'tis the ravished nightingale!... "Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu," she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song! who is't now we hear? None but the lark so shrill and clear;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A Republican by principle and devotion, I will, until my death, oppose all Royalists ... and all enemies of my Government and the ...Republic.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I, a virgin, can make my frank boast that I communicate to no mortal man my secret counsels except to such as I have chosen on acc...ount of their taciturnity; then, if these secrets are later discovered, I know whom to accuse.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade,... Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring: Every thing did banish moan, Save the Nightingale alone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king So rudely forced: yet there the nightingale... Filled all the desert with inviolable voice And still she cried, and still the world pursues, "Jug Jug" to dirty ears.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Her image was my ensign: snows melted, Hedges sprouted, the moon tenderly shone,... The owls trilled with tongues of nightingale.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell... By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet imbroider'd vale Where the love-lorn Nightingale Nightly to thee her sad Song mourneth well. Canst thou not tell me of a gently Pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O if thou have Hid them in som flowry Cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphear, So maist thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heav'n's Harmonies.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »