The various species of babblers or seven sisters begin to nest in March.
"A Bird Calendar for Northern India" by Douglas Dewar
My uncle was not a man to make a confidant of anyone, least of all an old babbler like Higgins.
"The Triumphs of Eugène Valmont" by Robert Barr
For myself I like the open babbler the best.
"Can You Forgive Her?" by Anthony Trollope
I believe you take me for a babbler.
"Napoleon and the Queen of Prussia" by L. Mühlbach,
With what sweetness and submission she listened to the confounded babbler!
"The Man With The Broken Ear" by Edmond About
Plainly the babblers were approaching along that entry and babbling as they came.
"Fair Harbor" by Joseph Crosby Lincoln
The black-throated babbler or wren-babbler.
"Birds of the Indian Hills" by Douglas Dewar
If you have kept faith in the past, I see no reason why you should be a babbler in the future.
"The Last of the Legions and Other Tales of Long Ago" by Arthur Conan Doyle
And some said: What would this babbler say?
"The New Testament of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ." by Various
The first of babblers.
"Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine -- Volume 57, No. 351, January 1845" by Various
One had his glory,
One has found his rest.
But what of this poor babbler here
With chin sunk on his breast?
"What Reward?" by Winifred Mary Letts
All this, old lassie, you have heard before,
But you listen again for the sake e'en o' me;
No babble stales o' the good times o' yore
To Joan, if Darby the babbler be.
"Bridegroom Dick" by Herman Melville
Whoever keeps an open ear
For tattlers will be sure to hear
The trumpet of contention;
Aspersion is the babbler’s trade,
To listen is to lend him aid,
And rush into dissension.
"Friendship" by William Cowper
But when you came and looked at me,
You tried my poor pretence too much.
O love, do you know the secret now
Of one who would not tell nor touch?
Must I confess before the pack
Of babblers, idiots, and such?
"The Lover" by John Crowe Ransom
Deep in my life lies buried one love unhealed, unshriven,
One hunger still shall haunt me--yea, in the streets of heaven;
This is the burden, babbler, this is the curse shall cling,
This is the thing I bring you; this is the pleasant thing.
"The Pessimist" by Gilbert Keith Chesterton