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Joanna Baillie
Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye, Cock of the heath, so wildly shy!
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John Milton
While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack or the barn door Stoutly struts his dames before.
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William Shakespeare
I have heard The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of the day, and at his warning, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, Th' extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine; and of the truth herein This present object made probation.
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William Shakespeare
Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry cock-a-diddle-dowe.
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William Shakespeare
The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn: Your friends are up and buckle on their armor.
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