|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|The sun was set; the night came on apace,|
And falling dews bewet around the place;
The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings,
And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.
GayShepherds Week. Wednesday; or, The Dumps.
|Far different there from all that charmd before,|
The various terrors of that horrid shore;
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Those matted woods where birds forget to sing.
But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling.
GoldsmithThe Deserted Village. L. 345.
| Ere the bat hath flown|
His cloisterd flight.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 40.
|On the bats back I do fly|
After summer merrily.
Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 91.