cicala

Thyrsis, let honey and the honeycomb Fill thy sweet mouth, and figs of Ægilus: For ne'er cicala trilled so sweet a song.

From Theocritus, translated into English Verse by Theocritus

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

From The Outcaste by Penny, F. E.

—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 Reynolds, Myra

The cicala, too, in the long deep grass, All day sings happily, And I'd venture to swear He has never a care For the odious rule of three.

From One Of Them by Lever, Charles James

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 Lever, Charles James

Always, over, in, and through everything, rises day and night from this Japanese landscape the song of the cicalas, ceaseless, strident, and prodigious.

From Madame Chrysantheme by Loti, Pierre

An orchestra, discreetly subdued but innumerable, of crickets and cicalas, accompanies them in an unceasing tremolo,—the immense far-reaching tremolo, which, gentle and eternal, never ceases on Japanese land.

From Madame Chrysantheme by Loti, Pierre

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

From Madame Chrysantheme by Loti, Pierre

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 Quiller-Couch, Arthur Thomas, Sir

For instance, the swallows sing at morn, the cicalas at noon, the night-owl late in the dark, the screech-owl at even, the horned-owl at midnight, the cock before the dawn.

From The Apologia and Florida of Apuleius of Madaura by Butler, Harold Edgeworth

Their house among the hills was shut in by a row of plane-trees in which by day the cicale were shrill; at evening fireflies lit up their garden.

From Robert Browning by Dowden, Edward

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 Harte, Bret

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 Hearn, Lafcadio

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

From Ionica by Cory, William (AKA William Johnson)

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 Macaulay, Rose, Dame