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One swallow does not make spring. - Aristotle, Ethic--Nicom (bk. I) One swallow alone does not make the summer. [Sp., Una golondrina sola no hace verano.] - Cervantes (Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra), Don Quixote (pt. I, ch. XIII) BUY VARYING HARE USED BOOK Down comes rain drop, bubble follows; On the house-top one by one Flock the synagogue of swallows, Met to vote that autumn's gone. - Pierre Jules Theophile Gautier, Life, a Bubble--A Bird's-Eye View Thereof But, as old Swedish legends say, Of all the birds upon that day, The swallow felt the deepest grief, And longed to give her Lord relief, And chirped when any near would come. "Hugswala swala swal honom!" Meaning, as they who tell it deem, Oh, cool, oh, cool and comfort Him! - Charles Godfrey Leland, The Swallow The swallow is come! The swallow is come! O, fair are the seasons, and light Are the days that she brings, With her dusky wings, And her bosom snowy white! - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion (bk. II, ch. I) One swallowe proveth not that summer is neare. - John Northbrooke, Treatise against Dancing It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken. - Christina Georgina Rossetti, A Bird Song (st. 2) There goes the swallow,-- Could we but follow! Hasty swallow, stay, Point us out the way; Look back swallow, turn back swallow, stop swallow. - Christina Georgina Rossetti, Songs in a Cornfield (st. 7) The swallow follows not summer more willing than we your lordship. - William Shakespeare, The Life of Timon of Athens (Second Friend at III, vi) Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies, There to dispose this treasure in mine arms And secretly to greet the empress's friends. - William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus (Aaron at IV, ii) When autumn scatters his departing gleams, Warn'd of approaching winter, gather'd, play The swallow-people; and toss'd wide around, O'er the calm sky, in convolution swift, The feather'd eddy floats; rejoicing once, Ere to their wintry slumbers they retire. - James Thomson (1), Seasons--Autumn (l. 836) The swallow sweeps The slimy pool, to build his hanging house. - James Thomson (1), Seasons--Spring (l. 651)
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