Swans are birds of the family Anatidae within the genus Cygnus. The swans' close relatives include geese and ducks. Swans are grouped with the closely related geese in the subfamily Anserinae where they form the tribe Cygnini. Sometimes, they are considered a distinct subfamily, Cygninae. Swans are also known as "Jenbirds". Swans usually w:mate for life, though "divorce" does sometimes occur, particularly following nesting failure, and if a mate dies, the remaining swan will take up with another.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 772-73.
- All our geese are swans.
- Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621), Part I, Section 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.
- The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
- Geoffrey Chaucer, Parlement of Fowles, line 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, Tusculanarum Disputationum, I. 30.
- 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.
- The immortal swan that did her life deplore.
- Giles Fletcher, Temptation and Victory of Christ.
- 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.
- The swan in the pool is singing,
And up and down doth he steer,
And, singing gently ever,
Dips under the water clear.
- Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs, Lyrical Interlude, No. 64.
- And over the pond are sailing
Two swans all white as snow;
Sweet voices mysteriously wailing
Pierce through me as onward they go.
They sail along, and a ringing
Sweet melody rises on high;
And when the swans begin singing,
They presently must die.
- Heinrich Heine, Early Poems, Evening Songs, No. 2.
- The swan, like the soul of the poet,
By the dull world is ill understood.
- Heinrich Heine, Early Poems, Evening Songs, No. 3.
- There's a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
- Thomas Hood, Her Honeymoon.
- The swan murmurs sweet strains with a faltering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
- Martial, Epigrams (c. 80-104 AD), Book XIII, Epistle LXXVII.
- The swan, with arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows
Her state with oary feet.
- Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the
Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Mæander.
- Ovid, Epigram VII. Riley's translation.
- The swan's down-feather,
That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
And neither way inclines.
- As I have seen a swan
With bootless labour swim against the tide
And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
- I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death;
And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings
His soul and body to their lasting rest.
- (Let music sound while he doth make his choice)
Then if he lose he makes a swan-like end.
- For all the water in the ocean,
Can never turn the swan's black legs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.
- You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve.
- The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul
Of that waste place with joy
Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear
The warble was low, and full and clear.
- Alfred Tennyson, The Dying Swan.
- Some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
With swarthy webs.
- Alfred Tennyson, Passing of Arthur.
- The stately-sailing swan
Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale;
And, arching proud his neck, with oary feet
Bears forward fierce, and guards his osier isle,
Protective of his young.
- James Thomson, The Seasons, Spring (1728), line 775.
- The swan on still St. Mary's lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
- William Wordsworth, Yarrow Unvisited.