For the first time, too, they saw here the "Lyre" bird, the tail of which resembles in form the graceful instrument of Orpheus.
"In Search of the Castaways" by Jules Verne
Occasionally came the clear whistle of a lyre bird or the peal of a laughing jackass.
"A Little Bush Maid" by Mary Grant Bruce
In the thickets near Stroud, great numbers of the Lyre Bird are found.
"Discoveries in Australia, Volume 1." by J Lort Stokes
In Australia the interdiction should include the thylacine or Tasmanian wolf, all the large kangaroos, the emu, lyre bird and the mallee-bird.
"Our Vanishing Wild Life" by William T. Hornaday
Harry asked if they would have an opportunity to see the famous lyre bird of Australia.
"The Land of the Kangaroo" by Thomas Wallace Knox
The Australian Lyre Bird is a most beautiful creature, said to be a variety of the Bird of Paradise.
"Cole's Funny Picture Book No. 1" by Edward William Cole
One specimen of the lyre-bird was seen, though it is so shy and wild as to be seldom captured.
"Under the Southern Cross" by Maturin M. Ballou
The Lyre Bird is now generally acknowledged to be the prince of mocking birds.
"An Australian Bird Book" by John Albert Leach
LYRE-BIRD, assemblies of, ii.
"The Descent of Man and Selection in Relation to Sex" by Charles Darwin
The fifth group contains the Lyre Birds and the Scrub Birds of Australia.
"Natural History in Anecdote" by Various
All things of gladness that exist
Did seem to woo her,
And well that woodland satirist,
The lyre-bird, knew her.
"The River Maiden" by Victor James Daley
They knew all beauty -- when they thought
The air chimed like a stricken lyre,
The elemental birds were wrought,
The golden birds became a fire.
"Fragments" by John Masefield
How sweet the cadence of his lyre!
What melody of words!
They strike a pulse within the heart
Like songs of forest-birds,
Or tinkling of the shepherd's bell
Among the mountain-herds.
"Lines On A Poet." by George Pope Morris
And when my name no more is heard,
My lyre no more is known,
Still let me, like a winterâ€™s bird,
In silence and alone,
Fold over them the weary wing
Once flashing through the dews of spring.
"The Last Reader" by Oliver Wendell Holmes