cicala

The blue campanula of the mountain in reverence bowed its head; the great white lily distilled incense from its deep heart; the cicala shrilled aloud; the Forsaken Bird gave a long note from the thicket.

From Japanese Fairy Tales by Grace James

A cicala in the grass outside began his evening note of challenge.

From The Outcaste by F. E. Penny

—With thee to lead me, O Day of mine, Down the grass path gray with dew,210 Under the pine-wood, blind with boughs, Where the swallow never flew Nor yet cicala dared carouse— No, dared carouse!

From Selections from the Poems and Plays of Robert Browning by Myra Reynolds

A silence fell upon the party, so profound that the cicala in the dry hedge shrilled to pierce the ear.

From The Life and Death of Richard Yea-and-Nay by Maurice Henry Hewlett

He lounged through the deserted garden, or lay, half-dreamily, in the long, deep grass, listening to the cicala, or watching the emerald-backed lizards as they lay basking in the sun.

From The Fortunes Of Glencore by Charles James Lever

The call of bird voices echoes through the shade; some shrill and piping and not unmelodious, others harsh, half human, almost menacing; the screech of cicalas too, loud, vibrant, distressing to overwrought and weakened nerves.

From Haviland's Chum by Bertram Mitford

In the vast flood of midday sunshine, to the quivering noise of the cicalas, I mount to Diou- djen-dji.

From Madame Chrysantheme — Volume 4 by Pierre Loti

Chirping none, the scarlet cicalas crouch'd in ranks:   Slack the thistle-head piled its down-silk gray: Scarce the stony lizard suck'd hollows in his flanks:   Thick on spots of umbrage our drowsed flocks lay.

From Bulchevy's Book of English Verse by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

The cicalas whirred in the foliage of the oleanders, and a brown owl screamed in its shikarring flight over the roof of the house.

From The Outcaste by F. E. Penny

Moths, mosquitoes, cicalas, and other extraordinary insects of which I don't even know the names,—all this company assembles around us.

From Madame Chrysantheme by Pierre Loti

A dry cicale chirps to a lass making hay, “Why creak’st thou, Tithonus?” quoth she.

From Books and Habits from the Lectures of Lafcadio Hearn by Lafcadio Hearn

From the adjoining room the faint, monotonous click of billiard balls, languidly played, came at intervals like the dry notes of cicale in the bushes.

From Colonel Starbottle's Client by Bret Harte

Close to her ear a cicale chirped, monotonously bright; far off, from every hill, the frogs began their evening singing.

From What Not A Prophetic Comedy by Dame Rose Macaulay

A dry cicale chirps to a lass making hay, "Why creak'st thou, Tithonus?" quoth she.

From Ionica by William (AKA William Johnson) Cory

We have a row of plane trees before the door in which the cicale sing all day, and the beautiful mountains stand close around, keeping us fresh with shadows.

From The Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Volume II by Sir Frederic G. (Frederic George) Kenyon