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Aye, it's true. I've spent long years seeking a wee dove to adore. But not because I wished for one to tend. I've wanted one with whom I could soar.
Only the keeper sees
that,where the ring-dove broods
and the badgers roll at ease,
there was once a road through the woods
Everton" (Francis)
Alex turned his head to view a rainbow peacock mask bobbing toward him. "Good Lord, Francis, you are replendent," he said admiringly.
The peacock stopped beside him. "Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?"
You're still wearing your faux ruby ring.
It's as if someone fashioned a small golden bird and then attached a ring around it. The bird is connected to the ring only by its wing tips.
See how that pair of billing doves With open murmurs own their loves And, heedless of censorious eyes, Pursue their unpolluted joys: No fears of future want molest The downy quiet of their nest.
DOVE"
"All my days are leafy blue
Because I'm not with you
All my words are ragged steel
When I'm not with you
See how the sun shines
Like an arc where you walk
All my fears are water clear
When I'm not with you
All I hear is wicked dear
When I'm not with you
Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over louring hills:
Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
I am the hawk and there's blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all those who see me and all who believe in me, share in the freedom I feel when I fly.
A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls.
So Father Ring went off in the lofty mood of a man who has defended a principle at a great sacrifice to himself, but that very night he began to brood and he continued to brood till that sickly looking voluptuary of a ten-shilling note took on all the radiance and charm of a virgin of seventeen.
Here you have a hawk of the lure, not of the fist. He will not come to you. If you would have him, you must lay your heart upon your hawking-glove; and feed it to him.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
A pigeon is the same thing as a dove, did you know that? Bridget
The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky
The deer to the wholesome wold;
And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid,
As it was in the days of old.
I'll wire the International Federation of American Homing Pigeon Fanciers and give them the number stamped on the bird's leg ring.
In the animal world no creature born to be a dove turns into a scavenger. This happens only among men.
The hawk is on my fist. Thirty ounces of death in a feathered jacket; a being whose world is drawn in plots and vectors that pull her towards lives' ends.
A bird no one wants. he's mine. my bird of pain. he doesn't sing. that bird swaying on the bough.
Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number; but my dove, my perfect one, is unique.
Wolves and Doves mate for life. I hope in the next life I am one of the two.
One Ring. Like stumbling into
To hatch a crow, a black rainbow
Bent in emptiness
over emptiness
But flying
With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow
Some people find the golden ring swimming in their cereal in the morning, slip it on their finger and go skipping through life. And others drop it in the sand at the beach & spend the rest of their life digging to get it back.
Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten golden notes, And all in tune What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats On the moon!
Take it off! Take it off! Fool, take it off! Take off the Ring!
Sent as a present from Annam
A red cockatoo.
Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,
Speaking with the speech of men.
And they did to it what is always done
To the learned and eloquent.
They took a cage with stout bars
And shut it up inside.
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Here is a ring, as token
That I am happy now!
Somewhere, a rattlesnake strike makes the dance begin. Three hawks float in the light blue sky overhead. Crows caw and the sweet seduction of lavender fills my head. And she waltzes through my thoughts.
What does the fox say?
Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!
It is a ring that makes a marriage and it is from rings that chains are made.
Bird and bear and hare and fish, give my love her fondest wish.
Feathertail... No, don't leave me!
Let Freedom Ring.
No doves come from ravens' eggs
A circle has no end, no beginning, and can hold within itself all the love and devotion shared between mates. Let the rings you exchange now guide you in your life together and show you the way to everlasting love.
Each flies with its own kind: pigeon with pigeon, hawk with hawk.
The ring comes whenever it will
because it's dark
where the mountains mother
and being stuck in one spot
is something to ring bells about
I am a true man, neither thief nor tracker. I need your Ring: that you know now; but I give you my word that I do not desire to keep it. Will you not at least let me make trial of my plan? Lend me the Ring!
The devil you have! There, it is off at last! You may have perceived that I have been tugging at your ring for the last ten minutes. It should, of course, have been cast at your feet some time ago, but the confounded thing was always too tight. Take it!
You have completely captured my heart. I promise to do everything in my power to make you as happy as you've already made me. I'd do anything for you, Channie. No sacrifice is too great. Will you accept this ring as a token of that promise?
Surely it could not have been a dove God had chosen to speak through, since doves could not talk.
I have carried that ring every moment of the last twelve years. I bought it the day after I first saw you at the ball. The ruby reminded me of the rose gleaming in your black hair."
~Lord Malcom Ashford
Never your bird, never finch
never graceful feathered thing.
And there my little doves did sit With feathers softly brown And glittering eyes that showed their right To general Nature's deep delight.
Seagulls were the souls of dead soldiers. Owls were the souls of women. Doves were the recently departed souls of unmarried girls. Was
This ring means that I choose to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to love you in the nurturing and selfless way that you love me. I've changed so much since I've known you. Your love has given me the strength to be softer. You've taught me kindness and compassion. You make me better.
One ring to rule them all.
The pendant, girl, give me the pendant.
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger,
Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
And...remember the phoenix feather.
The pigeon here is a beautiful bird, of a delicate bronze colour, tinged with pink about the neck, and the wings marked with green and purple.
Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; Ring in the Christ that is to be.
For days after her horrendous meeting with Mr. Johnson Loudy McSexypus Fitzwell, Dove would stop to just blush from head to toe.
Sing swan, Spring swan then lets fly.
Follow the pretty bird across the sky.
Call swan, Fall swan, then lets rest.
Tucked in the branches of your quiet nest.
Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die
The athletes were treated to a thunderous show that culminated in the release of twenty thousand doves. As the birds circled in panicked confusion, cannons began firing, prompting the birds to relieve themselves over the athletes. With each report, the birds let fly.
There are three rings involved with marriage. The engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering.
Mourning Doves have the same misfortune that pigs have, the misfortune of being delicious.
My sparrow, she flickers and wakes and sings and sings.
My Favorite Ring is Always the Next One
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
The falcon and the dove sit there together, and the one of them doth prune the other's feather.
This child could not command a pet dove.
Harsh but true, lol!
The hawk with talent hides its talons.
Your feather are drooping. - Evaline
...
Drat. - Mina
We must combine the toughness of the serpent and the softness of the dove, a tough mind and a tender heart.
I don't use a ring of any kind on my phone. This is so that I am always on offense and never defense.
No jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit hung from the blade of grass at your ear. No chandelier see you better lit than here.
Not an angel of the air,
Bird melodious or bird fair,
Be absent hence!
One day, I want to get rich enough so that every time I walk into a room I can release a dozen doves.
The dove, O hawk, that has once been wounded by thy talons, is frightened by the least movement of a wing.
[Lat., Terretur minimo pennae stridore columba
Unguibus, accipiter, saucia facta tuis.]
The Owl goes who, who, the Dove goes coo, coo, humans go you! You!
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky.
Face red, but brave in spite of it, Ethan offered an even smaller box. My hands shook as i opened it.
Set in a gold promise ring, three small diamonds glittered. One for you, one for me, one for us, he said sweetly. I love you.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,
And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
Peace and Love, get high and fly with the dove.
This bird sees the white man come and the Indian withdraw, but it withdraws not. Its untamed voice is still heard above the tinkling of the forge ... It remains to remind us of aboriginal nature.
I am what the water gave me, / a smoke-ring in a jar, / the braided rope / my ladder-to-the-light, / my shivering bird heart / caught
I got this tiger head ring that's similar to a Cartier ring. I had my jeweler Sean from Detroit make it similar to the Cartier ring, but gold and diamonded-out. That's my Detroit tiger. It's made with two different golds - the bottom is yellow and the top is gold.
I swear to you, Nora Grey, on this day, from now and forever, to give myself to you. I am yours. My love, my body, my soul - I place in your possession and protection. He held out the ring, a single offering, a binding promise.
Great ideas come into the world as gently as doves.
I'm not a broken dove, I'm a sly fox." - Verona Rubelle
Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Leave the mourning to the doves because we will never die.
Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold
And like the sky my soul is also turnin'
Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind
There's something specific
about the doves' way
of living my life
as a natural result
of today since it's raining
I like doves. They look so beautiful, like a woman. For me they represent peace and love and purity. And sometimes they're seen as the messengers of God, so they're important to me because I'm a Christian.
The tip no jewel needs to wear:
The tip is jewel of the ear.
I can't be the Ring-bearer. Not without Mr. Frodo!
The hawk's cry is as sharp as its beak.
It's simple: Give thanks and use Dove.
With This Ring
I give my all to you
Now and my whole life through
With this ring
Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
The rabbit presses back her ears, Turns back her liquid, anguished eyes And crouches low: then with wild spring Spurts from the terror of his oncoming To be choked back, the wire ring Her frantic effort throttling: Piteous brown ball of quivering fears!
The bisy larke, messager of day.
Called by the sirens and followed by an albatross.
What kind of bird do you think these feathers come from?' she asked.
'I don't know. A swan?'
'You had better stop wearing those wings, then.
A swan might fall in love with you. And as you
probably know, swans mate for life.'
'You are a funny one, Rose.