DOVE
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And there my little dove did sit
With feathers softly brown.—ELIZABETH B. BROWNING, My Doves
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As when the dove returning bore the mark
Of earth restor'd to the long lab'ring ark,
The relics of mankind, secure of rest,
Oped every window to receive the guest,
And the fair bearer of the message bless'd.—DRYDEN, To Her Grace of Ormond
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But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?—GEORGE HERBERT, The Sacrifice
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See how that pair of billing doves
With open murmurs own their loves
And, heedless of censorious eyes,
Pursue their unpolluted joys.—MARY W. MONTAGU, Verses Written in a Garden
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As patient as the female dove.—SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet
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Doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.—SHAKESPEARE, Henry VI
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Who will not change a raven for a dove?—SHAKESPEARE, A Midsummer-Night's Dream
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I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove;
I will roar you, as 'twere any nightingale.—SHAKESPEARE, A Midsummer-Night's Dream
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In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove.—TENNYSON, Lockesley Hall
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