"Heckle" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... near These galyard gardens and each green herbere. Most amiable wax the emerald meads; Swarmis soughis throughout the respand reeds, Over the lochis and the floodis gray, Searching by kind a place where they should lay. Phoebus' red fowl,[22] his cural crest can steer, Oft stretching forth his heckle, crowing clear. Amid the wortis and the rootis gent Picking his meat in alleys where he went, His wives Toppa and Partolet him by— A bird all-time that hauntis bigamy. The painted powne[23] pacing with plumes gym, Cast up his tail a proud pleasand wheel-rim, Yshrouded in his feathering ...
— Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Complete • George Gilfillan |
