Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Bat
The sun was set; the night came on apace,
And falling dews bewet around the place;
The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings,
And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.
Gay—Shepherd’s Week. Wednesday; or, The Dumps.
Far different there from all that charm’d before,
The various terrors of that horrid shore;
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Those matted woods where birds forget to sing.
But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling.
Goldsmith—The Deserted Village. L. 345.
Ere the bat hath flown
His cloister’d flight.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 40.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 91.