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772 SWALLOW SWAN

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Would he were fatter! But I fear him not:
Yet if my name were liable to fear,
I do not know the man I should avoid
So soon as that spare Cassius.
Julius Caesar. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 198.


Ad triatem partem strenua est suspicio.
The losing side is full of suspicion.
Syrus—Maxims.


Omnes quibus res sunt minus secundse magis
sunt, nescio quomodo,
Suspiciosi; ad contumeliam omnia accipiunt
magis;
Propter suam impotentiam se credunt negligi.
All persons as they become less prosperous,
are the more suspicious. They take everything as an affront; and from their conscious
weakness, presume that they are neglected.
Terence—Adelphi. IV. 3. 14.
SWALLOW
 
One swallow does not make spring.
Aristotle—Ethic. Nicom. Bk. I.
 | seealso = (See also Cervantes, Northbrooke)
 


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 | num = 5
 | text = Una golondrina sola no hace verano.
One swallow alone does not make the summer.
 | author = Cervantes
 | work = Don Quixote.
 | place = Pt. I. Ch. XIII.


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.
Theophtle 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!
Leland—The Swallow.
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{{Hoyt quote
 | num = 5
 | text = 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!
 | author = Longfellow
 | work = Hyperion. Bk. II. Ch. I.


One swallowe proveth not that summer is neare.
Northbrooke—Treatise against Dancing.
(1577)
 | seealso = (See also Aristotle)
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{{Hoyt quote
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 | text = <poem>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 G. 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 G. Rossetti—Songs in a Cornfield. St. 7.


The swallow follows not summer more willing
than we your lordship.
Timon of Athens. Act in. Sc. 6. L. 31.


Now to the Goths as swift as swallow flies.
Titus Andronicus. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 172.
 The swallow sweeps
The slimy pool, to build his hanging house.
Thomson—The Seasons. Spring. L. 651.


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.
Thomson—Seasons. Autumn. L. 836.
SWAN
 
All our geese are swans.
 | author = Burton
 | work = Anatomy of Melancholy.
 | place = Pt. I. Sec.
II. Memb. 3. Subsect. 14.


Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
Where nothing save the waves and I
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
There, swan-like, let me sing and die.
Byron—Don Juan. Canto III. St. 86. 16.
 | seealso = (See also Doane, Fletcher, Martial, Ovid,
Shakespeare, Socrates, Tennyson
)
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 | text = <poem>The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
Chaucer—ParUment of Fowles. L. 342.


Cignoni non sine causa Apoloni dicati sint,
quod ab eo divinationem habere videantur, qua
providentes quid in morte boni sit, cum cantu
et voluptate moriantur.
The swan is not without cause dedicated to
Apollo because, foreseeing his happiness in
death, he dies with singing and pleasure.
Cicero—Tusadanarum Disputationum. I.
30.
 | seealso = (See also Byron, Socrates)
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 | text = <poem>Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
Live so, my Love, that when death shall come,
Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.
G. W. Doane.
 | seealso = (See also Byron)
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{{Hoyt quote
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 | text = <poem>The immortal swan that did her life deplore.
Giles Fletcher—Temptation and Victory of .
Christ.


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| text = <poem>The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, 

In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse. Phineas Fletcher—Purple Island. Canto I.

| seealso = (See also {{sc|Byron)