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 772 SWALLOW SWAN

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Omnes quibus res sunt minus secundse magis sunt, nescio quomodo, Suspiciosi; ad contumeliam omnia accipiunt magis; Propter suam impotentiam se credunt negligi. All persons as they become less prosperous, are the more suspicious. They take everything as an affront; and from their conscious weakness, presume that they are neglected. Terence—Adelphi. IV. 3. 14. SWALLOW One swallow does not make spring. Aristotle—Ethic. Nicom. Bk. I. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Cervantes, Northbrooke) | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 5 | text = Una golondrina sola no hace verano. One swallow alone does not make the summer. | author = Cervantes | work = Don Quixote. | place = Pt. I. Ch. XIII. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Down comes rain drop, bubble follows; On the house-top one by one Flock the synagogue of swallows, Met to vote that autumn's gone. Theophtle Gautier—Life, a Bubble. A Bird's-Eye View Thereof. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = But, as old Swedish legends say, Of all the birds upon that day, The swallow felt the deepest grief, And longed to give her Lord relief, And chirped when any near would come. "Hugswala swala swal honom!" Meaning, as they who tell it deem, Oh, cool, oh, cool and comfort Him! Leland—The Swallow. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = 5 | text = The swallow is come! The swallow is come! O, fair are the seasons, and light Are the days that she brings, With her dusky wings, And her bosom snowy white! | author = Longfellow | work = Hyperion. Bk. II. Ch. I. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = One swallowe proveth not that summer is neare. Northbrooke—Treatise against Dancing. (1577) | seealso = (See also {{sc|Aristotle}}) | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = It's surely summer, for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken. Christina G. Rossetti—A Bird Song. St. 2. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = There goes the swallow,— Could we but follow! Hasty swallow, stay, Point us out the way; Look back swallow, .turn back swallow, stop swallow. Christina G. Rossetti—Songs in a Cornfield. St. 7. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The swallow follows not summer more willing than we your lordship. Timon of Athens. Act in. Sc. 6. L. 31. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Now to the Goths as swift as swallow flies. Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 172. The swallow sweeps The slimy pool, to build his hanging house. Thomson—The Seasons. Spring. L. 651. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = When autumn scatters his departing gleams, Warn'd of approaching winter, gather'd, play The swallow-people; and toss'd wide around, O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift, The feather'd eddy floats; rejoicing once, Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire. Thomson—Seasons. Autumn. L. 836. SWAN All our geese are swans. | author = Burton | work = Anatomy of Melancholy. | place = Pt. I. Sec. II. Memb. 3. Subsect. 14. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing save the waves and I May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die. Byron—Don Juan. Canto III. St. 86. 16. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Doane, Fletcher, Martial, Ovid, Shakespeare, Socrates, Tennyson}}) | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith. Chaucer—ParUment of Fowles. L. 342. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Cignoni non sine causa Apoloni dicati sint, quod ab eo divinationem habere videantur, qua providentes quid in morte boni sit, cum cantu et voluptate moriantur. The swan is not without cause dedicated to Apollo because, foreseeing his happiness in death, he dies with singing and pleasure. Cicero—Tusadanarum Disputationum. I. 30. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron, Socrates}}) | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home. G. W. Doane. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron}}) | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The immortal swan that did her life deplore. Giles Fletcher—Temptation and Victory of. Christ. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 772 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse. Phineas Fletcher—Purple Island. Canto I. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron)