"Caw" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... parleying starlings, saw, A thousand years ago even as now, Black rooks with white gulls following the plough So that the first are last until a caw Commands that last are first again,—a law Which was of old when one, like me, dreamed how A thousand years might dust lie on his brow Yet thus would birds do between ...
— Last Poems • Edward Thomas
... of this poem, was the son of Caw, lord of Cwm Cawlwyd, or Cowllwg, a region in the North, which, as we learn from a Life of Gildas in the monastery of Fleury published by Johannes a Bosco, comprehended Arecluta or Strath Clyde. {0a} Several of his brothers seem to have emigrated from Prydyn in company with their ...
— Y Gododin - A Poem on the Battle of Cattraeth • Aneurin
... it; these are but jealous crows, that caw against me; but never cease to cherish your good hawk; never forget that he brought you those Lacedaemonian fish, ...
— The Eleven Comedies - Vol. I • Aristophanes et al
... right again!" said the young farmer, thoughtfully. "These are scandal-loving times, and th' neebors might plague you. That's a deep head of yourn, though—Nancy, I think your sister caw'd you. Well, here I ...
— Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 2, July, 1850. • Various
... did not mind the trouble. Indeed, it was more of an amusement to us to feed our pet on scraps of meat and bits of bread. It opened its mouth so wide, and cried "Caw-aw-aw!" in ...
— Golden Days for Boys and Girls - Volume VIII, No 25: May 21, 1887 • Various
... his bill the needed chance to grow into its proper shape again. Very soon the first bluebird came flying over and warbled as he flew 'The spring is coming.' The sun kept gaining, and early one day in the dark of the Wakening Moon of March there was a loud 'Caw, caw,' and old Silver-spot, the king-crow, came swinging along from the south at the head of ...
— Wild Animals I Have Known • Ernest Thompson Seton
... black crow had been perched on one of the cherry-trees in the garden. He rose with a shaking of branches and a flapping of broad black wings. He crossed the lake, croaking as he flew with a note more harsh, rasping and cynical than the consequential caw of English rooks. His was a malevolent presence "from the night's Plutonian shore," the symbol of something unclean and sinister lurking behind this dainty beauty and this elaboration ...
— Kimono • John Paris
... all about him. When the wind was rumbling in the chimney, and sometimes crooning, sometimes howling, in the house. When the old trees outside were so shaken and beaten, that one querulous old rook, unable to sleep, protested now and then, in a feeble, dozy, high-up "Caw!" When, at intervals, the window trembled, the rusty vane upon the turret-top complained, the clock beneath it recorded that another quarter of an hour was gone, or the fire collapsed and fell in with ...
— The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargin • Charles Dickens
... that this great roundabout, The world, with all its medley rout, Church, army, physic, law, Its customs, and its businesses Is no concern at all of his, And says—what says he?—"Caw." ...
— The Home Book of Verse, Vol. 3 (of 4) • Various
... The building rook'll caw from the windy tall elm-tree, And the tufted plover pipe along the fallow lea, And the swallow'll come back again with summer o'er the wave. But I shall lie alone, mother, within ...
— The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson • Tennyson
... the hill to return home, they heard a noise at the top of the tepee, and looking up they saw the crow sitting on one of the splintered tepee poles. He was crying most pitifully, and as they rode off he flew up high in the air and his pitiful "caw" became fainter and fainter till at last they heard it no more. And from that day, the story goes, no crow ever goes near the village of ...
— Myths and Legends of the Sioux • Marie L. McLaughlin
... versification, pleasant in his humour, and inimitably successful in parody, has, in some of his "Tales of Terror" undertaken to mock the doleful tones of Mr. Lewis's muse, or shall we rather say the hoarse caw of the German raven. The midnight hour has been beguiled, by transcribing the following sarcasm, founded on a well-known nursery story, and our readers will thank us for sitting up ...
— Translations of German Poetry in American Magazines 1741-1810 • Edward Ziegler Davis
... joyous thrush, that one can teach To sing sweet lute-like songs which all may hear. Or we can silence him and tune the ear To caw of crows, or to ...
— Yesterdays • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... this railroad, forward to the point where it crossed the Santee, and then to turn for Columbia. On the morning of the 13th I again joined the Fifteenth Corps, which crossed the North Edisto by Snilling's Bridge, and moved straight for Columbia, around the head of Caw-Caw Swamp. Orders were sent to all the columns to turn for Columbia, where it was supposed the enemy had concentrated all the men they could from Charleston, Augusta, and even from Virginia. That night I was with the Fifteenth Corps, twenty-one miles from Columbia, ...
— Memoirs of Three Civil War Generals, Complete • U. S. Grant, W. T. Sherman, P. H. Sheridan
... a stone's throw without suspecting their presence. They had gone singly and by different ways—at the start. Others had come to cooperate from Viper and the net was spread with meticulous care and completeness. For communication and signaling the voices of forest things were available; the caw of the crow in the timber, the bark of the fox in the thicket, the note of those birds that the winter had not ...
— A Pagan of the Hills • Charles Neville Buck
... wines in a cup, And thou shalt quaff it:—thou shalt hear Distant harvest-carols clear; 40 Rustle of the reaped corn; Sweet birds antheming the morn: And, in the same moment—hark! 'Tis the early April lark, Or the rooks, with busy caw, Foraging for sticks and straw. Thou shalt, at one glance, behold The daisy and the marigold; White-plum'd lilies, and the first Hedge-grown primrose that hath burst; 50 Shaded hyacinth, alway Sapphire queen ...
— Keats: Poems Published in 1820 • John Keats
... to her joy a "caw caw," seven times repeated, and there she saw her dear ravens sitting on a tree just outside ...
— Fairy Tales from the German Forests • Margaret Arndt
... with a rousing will, and the echoes must have alarmed some of the shy denizens of the snow forest, for a fox was seen to scurry across an open spot, and a bevy of crows in some not far distant oak trees started to caw ...
— The Banner Boy Scouts Snowbound - A Tour on Skates and Iceboats • George A. Warren
... birch bushes, it is dark, and only the outermost twigs on the side of the sun, with their fat buds and shining bark, stand out clearly in the air. There is a smell of thawing snow and rotting leaves. It is still; nothing stirs. From the distance comes the subsiding caw ...
— Love and Other Stories • Anton Chekhov
... him, and all thoughts perplex'd, With dogs, and beef, himself, and all things vex'd, Till with one mingled caw above his head, Their gliding shadows o'er the court-yard spread, The rooks by thousands rose: the bells struck up; He guess'd the cause, and down he set the cup, And listening, heard, amidst the general hum, A joyful exclamation, "Here they come!"— Soon Herbert's cheerful voice ...
— Wild Flowers - Or, Pastoral and Local Poetry • Robert Bloomfield
... and braid thy hair, And rouse thee in the breezy air, Up! quit thy bower, late wears the hour, Long have the rooks caw'd round ...
— The Fair Maid of Perth • Sir Walter Scott
... pet Rook, came fluttering amid the leaves, and began to caw. RUBY offered him bits of Bath bun, and even a whole three-corner, in order to ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 103, October 1, 1892 • Various
... Blacky the Crow discovered another hunter hiding behind the bushes on his side. "Caw! caw! caw!" shouted Blacky, flying out over the water far enough to be safe from that terrible ...
— The Adventures of Poor Mrs. Quack • Thornton W. Burgess
... only say 'Caw!' I have brought you a gentleman to see you. Now say 'Thank you,' and show ...
— Sons and Lovers • David Herbert Lawrence
... yon bare knoll the pointed cedar shadows Drowse on the crisp, gray moss; the ploughman's call Creeps faint as smoke from black, fresh-furrowed meadows; 45 The single crow a single caw lets fall; And all around me every bush and tree Says Autumn's here, and Winter soon will be, Who snows his soft, white sleep ...
— The Vision of Sir Launfal - And Other Poems • James Russell Lowell
... with an epicure are the "knuckle," the kernel, called the "pope's eye," and the "gentleman's" or "cramp bone," or, as it is called in Kent, the "CAW CAW," four of these and a bounder furnish the little masters and mistresses of Kent with their most ...
— The Cook's Oracle; and Housekeeper's Manual • William Kitchiner
... marked. We need only recall the harsh and noisy Parrots, so similar in their peculiar utterance. Or take as an example the web-footed Family,—do not all the Geese and the innumerable host of Ducks quack? Does not every member of the Crow Family caw, whether it be the Jackdaw, the Jay, the Magpie, the Rook in some green rookery of the Old World, or the Crow of our woods, with its long, melancholy caw that seems to make the silence and solitude deeper? Compare all the sweet warblers of the ...
— Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 9, No. 54, April, 1862 • Various
... afternoon I leaned both arms idly on the great bough that crossed in front of the seat and listened to the 'Caw—caw!' of the rooks as they looked to see if the acorns were yet ripening. A dead branch that had dropped partly into the brook was swayed continually up and down by the current, the water as it chafed against it causing a delicious murmur. This ...
— The Amateur Poacher • Richard Jefferies
... it all," he said, in summing up his relation, "very well, except the music, and I like any caw-caw-caw, better than that sort of noise,—only you must not tell the king I say that, ma'am, because ...
— The Diary and Letters of Madam D'Arblay Volume 2 • Madame D'Arblay
... from over towards the Green Forest sounded a mocking "Caw, caw, caw!" Instantly the noise in the Old Orchard ceased for a moment. Then it broke out afresh. There wasn't a doubt now in any one's mind. Blacky the Crow was the robber. How those tongues did go! There was nothing too bad to say about Blacky. And such dreadful ...
— The Burgess Bird Book for Children • Thornton W. Burgess |
