Every moor-bird called her name; every flower held the shyness of her face; the clouds of peaceful sunsets showed the glory of her hair, and the quiet, steadfast stars possessed the wonder of her eyes.    From Wordnik.com.  [The Underworld The Story of Robert Sinclair, Miner] Reference

On which the heedless moor-bird sits, and whistles.    From Wordnik.com.  [Andromeda and Other Poems] Reference

Until I heard a moor-bird cry like you.    From Wordnik.com.  [Georgian Poetry 1913-15] Reference