cicala

He seemed to ask for nothing better than to stroll through orange groves, or lie under some spreading fig-tree, drowsily soothed by the song of the vine-dresser, or the unwearied chirp of the cicala.

From A Rent In A Cloud by Charles James Lever

Brown cicala drily proses,       Creaking the hot air to sleep,     Bounteous orange flowers and roses,       Yield the wealth of love they keep,   To the sun's imperious ardour in a dream of fragrance deep.

From What I Remember, Volume 2 by Thomas Adolphus Trollope

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

From The Outcaste by F. E. Penny

The sound of the river and of the cicala is all the noise we hear.

From The Letters of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1 of 2) by Sir Frederic G. (Frederic George) Kenyon

Everything that lived or grew, was oppressed by the glare; except the lizard, passing swiftly over rough stone walls, and the cicala, chirping his dry hot chirp, like a rattle.

From Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens

Others sing in sharp high voices hopping about continually, like cicalas in delirium.

From Madame Chrysantheme 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

You mark that the sun is high, the heat intense, and the silence unbroken save by the cicalas among the olive-trees.

From The Decameron, Volume I by J. M. (James Macmullen) Rigg

The octagon tower casts a shade Cool and gray like a cutlass blade; In sun-baked vines the cicalas spin, The little green lizards run out and in.

From A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass by Amy Lowell

The frogs and cicalas had nearly finished their nightly music. 

From At Last by Charles Kingsley

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

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 Edward Dowden

We visited Lebanon, and in its grove reposed under the few remaining cedars, listened to the cry of the cicale, and watched the birds of brilliant plumage flitting from branch to branch.

From Glories of Spain by Charles W. (William) Wood

Thus we floated down the widening stream of the Po, sleeping when the cicale sang, awake with the stars.

From The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

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

From Ionica by William (AKA William Johnson) Cory