ROOK. yg 



I love to hear 

 The silent Rook to the high wood make way 

 With rustling wing. 



HvRDis— Tears of affection. 



And out of town and valley came a noise 

 As of a broad brook o'er a shingly bed 

 Brawling, or like the clamour of the Eooks 

 At distance, ere they settle for the night. 



Tennyson— jE'md. 



A blackening train 

 Of clamorous Rooks thick urge their weary flight, 

 And seek the closing shelter of the grove. 



Thomson— Wintey. 



Light thickens ; and the Crow 

 Makes Aving to the rooky wood : 

 Good things of day begin to droop and drowse. 

 Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. 



Shakespeare— il/acie^A ///., 2. 



What time the Rook 

 With whisp'ring wing brushes the midway air, 

 To the high wood impatient to return. 



HuRDis— Tears of affection. 



Devenere locos laetos, et amoena vireta 

 Fortunatorum nemorum, sedesque beatos ? 



YiRGiL—OSneid VI., 638. 



And down they came upon the happy haunts, 

 The pleasant greenery of the favour'd groves, 

 Their blissful resting place. 



Rev. Thos. Woodhouse— Trans. 



E pastu decedens agmine magno 

 Corvorum increpuit densis exercitus alis. 



Virgil— G^eo. /., 382. 



Huge flocks of rising Rooks forsake their food. 

 And crying seek the shelter of the wood. 



Dryden. 



^Yhen the last Rook 

 Beats its straight path along the dusky air 

 Homewards, I bless it. 



Coleridge— itme Tree Bower. 



This pretty anonymous description of the close of a summer's 

 day, must be the last illustration : — 



Hark to the booming evening gun. 



Whose roar proclaims the day is done. 



The hay-wain there, with its tinkling team. 



In the twilight fades like a fading dream ; 



One after one, the stars shine out. 



Owl answers owl, with hooting shout, 



And darkness comes with the moaning breeze, 



As the last of the Rooks settle down in their trees. 



