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We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves: we look for
judgment, but there is none: for salvation, but it is far off
from us.
Author: Bible
Source: Isaiah (ch. LIX, v. 11)
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And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I
fly away, and be at rest.
Author: Bible
Source: Psalms (ch. LV, v. 6)
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And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their right
To general Nature's deep delight.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: My Doves
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The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and cleere.
Author: Geoffrey Chaucer
Source: The Canterbury Tales, The Tale of Sir Thopas
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As when the dove returning bore the mark
Of earth restored to the long labouring ark;
The relics of mankind, secure at rest,
Open every window to receive the guest,
And the fair bearer of the message bless'd.
Author: John Dryden
Source: To Her Grace of Ormond (l. 70)
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Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart so long,
Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
Author: George Herbert
Source: The Church--Whitsunday
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See how that pair of billing doves
With open murmurs own their loves
And, heedless of censorious eyes,
Pursue their unpolluted joys:
No fears of future want molest
The downy quiet of their nest.
Author: Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Source: Written in a Garden (st. 1)
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The Dove,
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Author: James Montgomery
Source: Pelican Island (canto I, l. 173)
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As the hawk is wont to pursue the trembling doves.
[Lat., Ut solet accipiter trepidas agitare columbas.]
Author: Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)
Source: Metamorphoses (V, 606)
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Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky;
Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves,
When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves.
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Windsor Forest (l. 185)
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Anon, as patient as the female dove
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Gertrude, Queen of Denmark at V, i)
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. . . The dove and very blessed spirit of peace, . . .
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: King Henry the Fourth, Part II (Westmoreland at IV, i)
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So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Romeo and Juliet (Romeo at I, v)
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And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
Author: Lord Alfred Tennyson
Source: Miller's Daughter
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I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed:
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,--the song for me!
Author: William Wordsworth
Source: O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art
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