Then is the moment for the Humming-Bird to secure them.
"Southern Literature From 1579-1895" by Louise Manly
Was I interested in humming-birds?
"The Foot-path Way" by Bradford Torrey
The water-nixies soon forgot her, for they could not hold her memory in their little humming-bird hearts.
"Fairy Book" by Sophie May
The telephone gave a faint hum, and here and there birds had alighted on it.
"The House with the Mezzanine and Other Stories" by Anton Tchekoff
In fact, humming birds and other foreign birds have become an article of commerce.
"Personal Recollections, from Early Life to Old Age, of Mary Somerville" by Mary Somerville
There are also tiny humming-birds with feathers of a bright metallic hue.
"Children of Borneo" by Edwin Herbert Gomes
The sun's warmth fell upon the earth and the flowers, and birds and humming insects were glad.
"The New Tenant" by E. Phillips Oppenheim
About the first of December, a year ago, I was told of a man who had shot a humming-bird only a few days before in the vicinity of Boston.
"Birds in the Bush" by Bradford Torrey
There is a rhythm in the humming bird and there is a rhythm in the movements of a giant locomotive.
"Great Pianists on Piano Playing" by James Francis Cooke
These latter almost as big as humming-birds and as swift of wing.
"Due West" by Maturin Murray Ballou
Dugald is as bright as a humming bird; he says I have lost a sight.
"Our Home in the Silver West" by Gordon Stables
Humming-birds frequently flew about the ships while at anchor.
"Travels in North America, From Modern Writers" by William Bingley
That Humming-bird's a fair treat.
"The Combined Maze" by May Sinclair
Ruth fluttered about like a humming bird, excited and eager.
"Doubloons--and the Girl" by John Maxwell Forbes
Rosamund was humming a little song to herself; she was as happy as a bird.
"Yellow-Cap and Other Fairy-Stories For Children" by Julian Hawthorne
There they hunt, they dance, they accompany the sun in his course, they can change themselves into clouds or humming-birds.
"Lectures on the Origin and Growth of Religion as Illustrated by the Native Religions of Mexico and Peru" by Albert Réville
She was called Ouithwith, and was handsomer than the humming-bird.
"The Chainbearer" by J. Fenimore Cooper
In summer the forest unceasingly hummed with unconjecturable voices of unknown birds and beasts.
"Pierre; or The Ambiguities" by Herman Melville
Before he could be perceived, he turned himself into a No-noskau-see, (humming bird) and flew toward the scalp.
"Algic Researches, Comprising Inquiries Respecting the Mental Characteristics of the North American Indians, Vol. 2 of 2" by Henry Rowe Schoolcraft
All around the bees were humming over the roses; the birds were just beginning to carol the evening.
"God Wills It!" by William Stearns Davis
The bees that round you hum,
The butterflies that woo you—
And happy, happy birds that come
And sing unto you.
"Ungathered" by Ina Donna Coolbrith
The song of the bird-note, the hum of the bee,
The tinkling of waters, the bursting of leaves,
The perfume of flowers, the blossoming tree,
Are sermons from Nature the pulpit ne'er gives.
"The Second Sunday In May" by Jared Barhite
And the bird peeped out of a pine tree tower,
And shrank away at the sight,
The humming-bird fled to his rose-hung bower,
The bright bee curled himself snug in a flower,
O'ertaken by fear and fright.
"The Forest River." by Harriet Annie Wilkins
The humming-bird, like a courtier gay,
Dipped down with a dalliant song,
And twanged his wings through the roundelay
Of love the whole day long:
Yet my rose turned from his minstrelsy
And hid in the leaves in wait for me.
"The Rose" by James Whitcomb Riley
She stood, my Mary, on the wall below,
Poised on light, arching feet,
And drew the long, green branches down to show
Where hung, mid odors sweet,--
A tiny miracle to touch and view,--
The humming-bird's, small nest and pearls of blue.
"Mary" by Susan Coolidge
Round the old grey spire in the evening calm,
No more they circle in sportive glee,
Hearing the hum of the vesper psalm,
And the swell of the organ so far below;
But far, far away, over land and sea,
In the still mid-air the swift Passage-birds go.
"The Passage-Birds" by Walter Richard Cassels