cicala

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 Charles James Lever

Looking to the south all the trees were green in the fullness of summer, and the day cicala and the night cricket chirruped loudly.

From Japanese Fairy Tales by Yei Theodora Ozaki

You are to hear a voice that puts to silence all others, as the trumpet the flute, as the cicala the bee, as the choir the tuning-fork.

From Works of Lucian of Samosata — Volume 03 by F. G. (Francis George) Fowler

Late August or early September, the stunning cicala is shrill And the bees keep their tiresome whine round the resinous firs on the hill.

From The Home Book of Verse — Volume 4 by Burton Egbert Stevenson

There is nothing which indicates that he cares for nature in any of its phases, and he calls the cicala a locust.

From Critical Studies by Ouida

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

Gradually, as we advanced further up the green channel, the perfumes became more penetrating, and the monotonous chirp of the cicalas swelled out like an orchestral crescendo.

From Madame Chrysantheme by Pierre Loti

I am thinking how often we have sat in the colonnade before our beautiful house, when the fountain splashed in the garden and the cicalas chirped in the trees.

From A Struggle for Rome, v. 3 by Felix Dahn

The frogs were singing vespers in the ditches, the sharp chorus of the cicalas shrilled on all sides.

From Little Novels of Italy by Maurice Henry Hewlett

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

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

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

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

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

From Ionica by William (AKA William Johnson) Cory