In such a case a true sportsman, to keep his hand in, for lack of larks kills sparrows.
"Scenes from a Courtesan's Life" by Honore de Balzac
The sparrow, it is true, will greedily devour it.
"Social Life in the Insect World" by J. H. Fabre
Even the sparrows, true hoboes of the air, disdain to seek shelter in their twisted arms.
"An Anarchist Woman" by Hutchins Hapgood
There is singing of birds in the deep wet woods,
In the heart of the listening solitudes,
Pewees, and thrushes, and sparrows, not few,
And all the notes of their throats are true.
"Forest Moods" by Archibald Lampman