bird (n.)
- avifauna
- bastard
- biddy
- birdie
- bitch
- boo
- broad
- bugger
- cat
- catcall
- chap
- character
- chick
- cygnet
- dame
- doll
- dove
- duck
- eagle
- eaglet
- feller
- fellow
- fledgling
- fowl
- fulmar
- guy
- hen
- hiss
- hoot
- jasper
- joker
- lad
- migrant
- minx
- missile
- nestling
- owl
- payload
- peacock
- peafowl
- peahen
- pigeon
- ratite
- razz
- rocket
- skirt
- songbird
- squab
- stud
- swan
- tomato
- torpedo
- warbler
- warhead
- waterfowl
- wench
- wildfowl
bird (v.)
bird (adj.)
As the bird by wandering, as the swallow by flying, so the curse causeless shall not come.
And as a bird each fond endearment tries
To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay,
Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.
He is a fool who lets slip a bird in the hand for a bird in the bush.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
In the desert a fountain is springing,
In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons, and their change,—all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon
Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,
Or but a wandering voice?
It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
The bird of passage known to us as the cuckoo.
A bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.
Oh the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,—
A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing!
A faithful and good servant is a real godsend; but truly 't is a rare bird in the land.
Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.
It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.—
