A bird amongst the currant bushes kept a little chant vibrating; and all the plum-tree's shape and colour seemed alive.
"The Island Pharisees" by John Galsworthy
A plum, a bouquet, a song-bird of a mademoiselle.
"The White Terror and The Red" by Abraham Cahan
Does the boy rob bird's nests or plum trees any the less because he gets a sprouting now and then?
"A Breeze from the Woods, 2nd Ed." by William Chauncey Bartlett
One of the most lovely bird-studies I ever had was of a pair of these birds nesting in a low plum-tree.
"The Children's Book of Birds" by Olive Thorne Miller
The song of birds and the hum of bees,
And the breath of flowers, are on the breeze;
The purple plum and the cone-like pear,
Drooping, hang in the rosy air!
"The Banished Spirit's Song" by Denis Florence MacCarthy