|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night,|
They seem to do nothing but quarrel and fight,
And wrangle and jangle, and plunder.
D. M. MulockThirty Years. The Blackbird and the Rooks.
|Invite the rook who high amid the boughs,|
In early spring, his airy city builds,
And ceaseless caws amusive.
ThomsonThe Seasons. Spring. L. 756.
|Where in venerable rows|
Widely waving oaks enclose
The moat of yonder antique hall,
Swarm the rooks with clamorous call;
And, to the toils of nature true,
Wreath their capacious nests anew.