"Birdie" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... thou hast no cause To grudge me the sight of fishbones white. Thine is the only nest now to find. Show it me, birdie; ...
— Ionica • William Cory (AKA William Johnson)
... of those days Is only "pretty Birdie" now— Sickly her soul and weak her ways— And she, to whom we Saxons bow, Leaps on a bench and screams with fright If but a mouse creeps ...
— Songs and Other Verse • Eugene Field
... and odors which permeate every inch of the island paradise. At the moment of taking this picture, which was obligingly snapped by Captain Triplett, the entire party was listening to the thrilling cry of the fatu-liva bird. Captain Triplett had just requested the group to "listen to the little birdie" when the distant wood-notes were heard, the coincidence falling in most happily with the photographer's attempts to secure the absolute attention ...
— The Cruise of the Kawa • Walter E. Traprock
... written to the order of Stillwater Willie. He wants to present them to one of the Labelle Sisters. You know—that fat lymphatic blonde, Birdie Labelle. It is short and sweet. He wants to have it engraved on a gold-backed ...
— The Trail of '98 - A Northland Romance • Robert W. Service
... birdie with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: "Ain't you shamed, ...
— Here and Now Story Book - Two- to seven-year-olds • Lucy Sprague Mitchell
... Senor the ranger is to be hanged at the dawn unless he finds his tongue for Governor Megales. Ho, ho! Our birdie must speak even if he doesn't sing." And with that as a parting shot the man clanged the door to ...
— Bucky O'Connor • William MacLeod Raine
... place there since the days of Captain Stokes. Leaving the gulf, and crossing the range through a natural gap, which was named after the leader, they found themselves in well-grassed country, with a fine stream of water running through it. Their next halting-place was at a creek they called the Birdie, and they now found numerous camps of the natives, though as yet they did not come into contact with them. The next creek was named the Patrick, which was followed down for some distance through very good ...
— The History of Australian Exploration from 1788 to 1888 • Ernest Favenc
... not." To see a cat watching a bird, you would think there was some magnetic attraction in the love line between them. There may be, before hand. But let the cat once touch its sought-for, and I assure you there is no love lost. By some accident or other, the little birdie goes ...
— Punchinello, Vol. 1, No. 15, July 9, 1870 • Various
... bait I cut, And hung it on the bough: The breast it bled, the bait it reeked, Mine is the birdie now. ...
— The Return of the Dead - and Other Ballads • Thomas J. Wise
... by a river a little tomtit Sang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!" And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit Singing 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow'? Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried, "Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?" With a shake of his poor little head he replied, "Oh, ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... the pretty creature, and let him perch on her finger, when he said, 'Kiss, kiss, little birdie,' which she gladly did, petting and stroking him at ...
— The Grey Fairy Book • Various
... answered boldly, "what's the use fussin' 'bout a dinky bird's egg? You make me sick, Manda. Cry about it now! Oh, the poor little birdie lost its egg," he whined in ...
— Amanda - A Daughter of the Mennonites • Anna Balmer Myers
... ached for his loneliness. But a peevish voice from the cradle admonished her that she must to her task again, and so with a quiet "good-night, papa," she took her little sister in her arms. Up-stairs she went, murmuring tender words to her "wee birdie," her "bonny lammie," her "little gentle dove," more than repaid for all her weariness and care, by the fond nestling of the little head upon her bosom; for her love, which was more a mother's than a ...
— Janet's Love and Service • Margaret M Robertson
... for a human spirit, and the question was ever present, 'Lord, what is man, that Thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that Thou visitest him?' I rode up and down hills laboriously in snow-drifts, getting off often to ease my faithful Birdie by walking down ice-clad slopes, stopping constantly to feast my eyes upon that changeless glory, always seeing some new ravine, with its depths of colour or miraculous brilliancy of red or phantasy of form. Then below, where the trail was locked ...
— Celebrated Women Travellers of the Nineteenth Century • W. H. Davenport Adams
... the back. Only Molly Brandeis could have identified them for you. Mrs. Brosch, the butter and egg woman, hovered in the dining-room doorway. She had brought a pound of butter. It was her contribution to the funeral baked meats. She had deposited it furtively on the kitchen table. Birdie Callahan, head waitress at the Haley House, found a seat just next to the elegant Mrs. Morehouse, who led the Golf Club crowd. A haughty young lady in the dining-room, Birdie Callahan, in her stiffly starched white, but beneath the icy crust of her hauteur was a molten ...
— Fanny Herself • Edna Ferber
... after the Civil War and had made money. He bought a house on Turner's Pike close beside the river and spent his days puttering about in a small garden. In the evening he came across the bridge into Main Street and went to loaf in Birdie Spink's drug store. He talked with great frankness and candor of his life in the South during the terrible time when the country was trying to emerge from the black gloom of defeat, and brought to the Bidwell men a new point of view on ...
— Poor White • Sherwood Anderson
... were seated in their private parlor, Le Croix said: "Birdie, I am sorry that we attended that meeting this morning. I didn't believe a word that nigger said; and yet these people all drank it down as if every word were gospel truth. They are a set of fanatics, calculated to keep the nation in hot water. I hope that ...
— Minnie's Sacrifice • Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
... to take care of her and the boy, and they were very poor. The lad's clothing was made of the skins of birds which they caught in snares. Whenever the boy came out of the hut to play, the other boys would call, "Here comes the bird boy! Fly away, birdie!" and the men would laugh at him and ...
— A Treasury of Eskimo Tales • Clara Kern Bayliss
... reach you in time, and—" He read on, in a startled way now, to the end; then read the note over again more slowly, this time muttering snatches of it aloud: "... Chicago ... Slimmy Jack and Malay ... Birdie Lee ... released from Sing Sing to-day ... triangular scar ...
— The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale • Frank L. Packard |
