|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?|
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
PopeEssay on Man. Ep. III. L. 33.
|Perchd on the cedars topmost bough,|
And gay with gilded wings,
Perchance the patron of his vow,
Some artless linnet sings.
|I do sing because I must,|
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
TennysonIn Memoriam. Pt. XXI. St. 6.
| Linnets * * * sit|
On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock.
ThomsonThe Seasons. Autumn. L. 974.
|Hail to thee, far above the rest|
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.
WordsworthThe Green Linnet.