from The Century Dictionary.

  • noun The stock-dove, Columba œnas; also, the common wood-pigeon, C. palumbus.


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  • It was but wave and sky and the familiar fowl of the lake, as coot, and mallard, and heron, and now and then a swift wood-dove going her ways from shore to shore; two gerfalcons she saw also, an osprey, and a great ern on his errand high up aloft.

    The Water of the Wondrous Isles

  • In the garden, in a thicket of lilac bushes, a wood-dove greeted her with its first morning warble ... and where she vanished, the milk-white sky flushed a soft pink.

    Dream tales and prose poems

  • Jennie was left alone, but, like the wood-dove, she was a voice of sweetness in the summertime.

    Jennie Gerhardt

  • You have heard the wood-dove calling in the lone stillness of the summertime; you have found the unheeded brooklet singing and babbling where no ear comes to hear.

    Jennie Gerhardt

  • And for him it was joy enough to look upon her full bright cheek, to see her compact little figure before him; but to touch her dimpled shoulder, to feel one tress of her hair against his face, was ecstasy; and her voice, -- the tenderest trill of the wood-dove was not half so delicious!

    The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 105, July 1866

  • The plaintive notes of the wood-dove found a response within Bessie's soul.

    When Dreams Come True

  • And while o'erhead the plaining wood-dove grieves,

    The Path of Dreams Poems

  • Memories which music or the glories of the sunset, or the cooing of the wood-dove at eventide might awaken within the soul.

    When Dreams Come True

  • _He_ never puts a song in the throat of a jay or a wood-dove; _he_ never makes a mother-bird break out in bravuras; _he_ never puts a sickle into green grain, or a trout in a slimy brook; _he_ could picture no orchis growing on a hillside, or columbine nodding in a meadow.

    The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 79, May, 1864

  • Possibly She may love the eager haunts of men even more than She loves the silent haunt of the wood-dove and the great wide moors where the kite circles slowly.

    Drolls From Shadowland


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