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The next minute Jerry was on the box; with a cheery chirrup to me, and a twitch of the rein that I well understood.
with a Chirrup, Chirrup, Chirrup of such magnitude, by way of chorus; with a voice so astoundingly disproportionate to its size, as compared with the kettle; (size
A grasshopper began to chirrup by the wall, and like a blue thread a long thin dragon-fly floated past on its brown gauze wings.
For an hour or more that evening I listened to his monotonous chirrup about bad money driving out good, the token value of silver, the depreciation of the rupee, and the true standards of exchange.
Such were still his thoughts more than a full hour afterwards, when, supper over, he still sat with shining jovial face in the same warm nook, listening to the cricket-like chirrup of little Solomon Daisy, and bearing no unimportant or slightly respected part in the social gossip round the Maypole fire.
Another one was a young lady with her hair all combed up straight to the top of her head, and knotted there in front of a comb like a chair-back, and she was crying into a handkerchief and had a dead bird laying on its back in her other hand with its heels up, and underneath the picture it said "I Shall Never Hear Thy Sweet Chirrup More Alas.
These were too old to fight, but they were fluent orators, and sat on the tower like cicales that chirrup delicately from the boughs of some high tree in a wood.
Some London houses have a melancholy little plot of ground behind them, usually fenced in by four high whitewashed walls, and frowned upon by stacks of chimneys: in which there withers on, from year to year, a crippled tree, that makes a show of putting forth a few leaves late in autumn when other trees shed theirs, and, drooping in the effort, lingers on, all crackled and smoke-dried, till the following season, when it repeats the same process, and perhaps, if the weather be particularly genial, even tempts some rheumatic sparrow to chirrup in its branches.
It turned out to be a poem of the same name, by George Meredith (1828-1909), an extract of which is here: The Lark Ascending He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake All intervolved and spreading wide, Like water dimples down a tide Where ripple ripple overcurls And eddy into eddy whirls; A press of hurried notes that run So fleet they scarce are more than one And you shall hear the herb and tree, the better heart of men shall see, shall feel celestially, as long As you crave nothing save the song.
It has blackberry and plum notes, a flash of spice, a chirrup of cherry, and an edge of savoury.
Yes, yes, yes, chirrup the underlings, what a great idea, it's so much more adult and sophisticated than all this downmarket, amateur user friendly stuff, who needs it.