A corncrake in the hay-close called insistently.
"Sons and Lovers" by David Herbert Lawrence
A corncrake jarred in a hay-field near by, and the small trouts of the brook began to jump.
"Puck of Pook's Hill" by Rudyard Kipling
In the rye the quail would be calling, and, in the grass, the corncrake, and over them would be wheeling flocks of twittering linnets.
"Dead Souls" by Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol
An old corncrake lived near to us, and the way he used to disturb all the other birds, and keep them from going to sleep, was shameful.
"Novel Notes" by Jerome K. Jerome
Now he never goes across the sea at all, and do you see the corncrake?
"The King of Ireland's Son" by Padraic Colum
Pleasant to hear the corncrake by the hedge-side, or the moorhen in the water.
"The Recollections of Geoffrey Hamlyn" by Henry Kingsley
Then landrails or corncrakes, and last, but not least, an occasional quail, are usually included in the bag.
"A Cotswold Village" by J. Arthur Gibbs
The corncrake has arrived.
"Punch, or the London Charivari, May 27, 1914" by Various
From somewhere across the moor we heard the melancholy cry of the corncrakes.
"The Master Mummer" by E. Phillips Oppenheim
They walked over a damp meadow, then along a field of barley, where a corncrake rattled excitedly as if giving a signal.
"The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries" by Various
Corncrake's ancient sorrow
Pains the evening hush,
But the dawn to-morrow
Gladdens with the thrush--
And Summer is a-coming in.
"The Coming-In Of Summer" by Thomas MacDonagh
Fields of stubble wan and weird,
Where the fretful corncrakes croon,
And the summer's soul ensphered
In the low-hung harvest moon.
"In Autumn Meadows" by David Gow
Save for a cry that echoes shrill
From some lone bird disconsolate;
A corncrake calling to its mate;
The answer from the misty hill.
"Impressions II. La Fuite De La Lune" by Oscar Wilde
Ah! strange were the dim, wide meadows,
And strange was the cloud-strewn sky,
And strange in the meadows the corncrakes,
And they making cry!
"Across The Door" by Padraic Colum
She'll hear my boat on the shingles,
And she'll hear my step on the land,
And the corncrake deep in the meadow
Will tell her that I'm at hand!
"Girls Spinning" by Padraic Colum
Before the lark his Lauds hath done
And ere the corncrake's southward gone;
Before the thrush good-night hath said
And the young Summer's put to bed.
"The Choice" by Katharine Tynan