shepherd's pipe


  • WordNet 3.6
    • n shepherd's pipe a small fipple flute with four finger holes and two thumb holes
    • n shepherd's pipe a small bagpipe formerly popular in France
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In literature:

Beyond the birch-trees someone was playing on a shepherd's rustic pipe.
"The Witch and Other Stories" by Anton Chekhov
His shepherd's pipe was slung in his belt.
"Imogen" by William Godwin
The instruments were a child's drum, a shepherd's pipe, and a miserable fiddle.
"A Visit to the Holy Land, Egypt, and Italy" by Ida Pfeiffer
His nurse told him that the sound he was hearing was a shepherd's pipe.
"The Brook Kerith" by George Moore
Our Swiss shepherd's pipe was sweet, and his tune agreeable.
"The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, No. 470" by Various
Presently one of the saddest songs ever written sounds from a shepherd's pipe without.
"Wagner" by John F. Runciman
Our Swiss shepherd's pipe was sweet, and his tune agreeable.
"Life of Lord Byron, Vol. III" by Thomas Moore
All he could do to amuse himself was to talk to his dog or play on his shepherd's pipe.
"The Æsop for Children" by Æsop
That is why a shepherd's pipe is such a splendid thing.
"Carl and the Cotton Gin" by Sara Ware Bassett
You will have no prophet's voice accompanied by that shepherd's pipe, and pastoral symphony.
"The Crown of Wild Olive" by John Ruskin

In poetry:

But ah, alas, my pipe of reed,
That whistles sweet over dell and lea
Let shepherds only hear your sighs
For now there's none to list to you.
"Salamuri" by Akaki Tsereteli
Fresh sward for gravel soothed my tread,
And shepherd's pipes my ear delighted;
The riddle may be lightly read:
I met two lovers newly plighted.
"Arcadia Rediviva" by James Russell Lowell
Sheep are the shepherd's business,—let me go,—
Piping his pastime when the sun is low:
But I, alas! the other order keep,
Piping my business, and forgot my sheep.
"Corydon's Farewell To His Pipe" by Richard Le Gallienne
For me, no more I'll range the empurpled mead,
Where shepherds pipe, and virgins dance around,
Nor wander through the woodbine's fragrant shade
To hear the music of the grove resound.
"Love Elegy (in imitation of Tibullus)" by Tobias Smollett