Progne

Definitions

  • WordNet 3.6
    • n Progne a genus of Hirundinidae
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • n Progne (Zoöl) A swallow.
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Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
    • n progne [lowercase] A swallow.
    • n progne An American genus of Hirundinidæ or swallows, containing several species of large size, robust form, and dark coloration, some of which are known as purple martins, as P. subis or P. purpurea, the very common and familiar purple martin of the United States. This bird is deep lustrous steel-blue, with black bill and blackish wings, tail, and feet, about 7½ inches long and 15½ in extent of wings. The female is greenish-brown glossed with steel-blue, the under parts whitish shaded with gray. It is a sociable loquacious bird, which breeds naturally in holes of trees, and now, in populous districts, often in boxes provided for its accommodation. The eggs are pure white. It is migratory and insectivorous, like other swallows. There are several other species in the warmer parts of America.
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Etymology

Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
L., a swallow, traditionally said to be fr. Progne,The sister of Philomela), who was changed into a swallow, Gr. Pro`knh

Usage

In literature:

Martin, purple (Progne subis).
"Wake-Robin" by John Burroughs
And, swelling slow, comes wafted on the wind, Lorn Progne's note from distant copse behind.
"The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke White" by Henry Kirke White
PROGNE, the sister of Philomela and wife of Tereus, changed into a swallow by the gods.
"The Nuttall Encyclopaedia" by Edited by Rev. James Wood
With these omens were Progne and Tereus wedded; with these omens were they made parents.
"The Metamorphoses of Ovid" by Publius Ovidius Naso
Progne, Regina, Uxor Terei, Eugenes, a consilijs Terei.
"Christmas: Its Origin and Associations" by William Francis Dawson
They killed Itys, his son by Progne, gave him some of the flesh to eat.
"The Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 1" by Alexander Pope
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In poetry:

Like Progne, did it feel the stress
And coil of the prevailing words
Close round its being, and compress
Man's ampler nature to a bird's?
"Phoebe" by James Russell Lowell
No more, while through the midnight shade
Beneath the moon's pale orb I stray,
Soft pleasing woes my heart invade,
As Progne pours the melting lay.
"Autumn" by Samuel Johnson