Doves and pigeons constitute the bird family Columbidae, which includes about 310 species. Pigeons are stout-bodied birds with short necks, and short, slender bills (and in some species, these bills feature fleshy ceres.) They primarily feed on seeds, fruits, and plants. This family occurs worldwide, but the greatest variety is in the Indomalaya and Australasia ecozones.
In general, the terms "dove" and "pigeon" are used somewhat interchangeably. Pigeon is a French word that derives from the Latin pipio, for a "peeping" chick, while dove is a Germanic word that refers to the bird's diving flight. In ornithological practice, "dove" tends to be used for smaller species and "pigeon" for larger ones, but this is in no way consistently applied, and historically, the common names for these birds involve a great deal of variation between the terms. The species most commonly referred to as "pigeon" is the rock dove, one subspecies of which, the domestic pigeon, is common in many cities as the feral pigeon.
- The Dove,
On silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
- James Montgomery, Pelican Island (1827), Canto I, line 173.
- Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky;
Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves,
When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves.
- Alexander Pope, Windsor Forest (1713), line 185.
- Anon, as patient as the female dove,
When that her golden couplets are disclosed,
His silence will sit drooping.
- The dove and very blessed spirit of peace.
- So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows.
Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical QuotationsEdit
- Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 201.
- And there my little doves did sit
With feathers softly brown
And glittering eyes that showed their right
To general Nature's deep delight.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, My Doves.
- The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
The wode dove upon the spray
She sang ful loude and cleere.
- Geoffrey Chaucer, The Rime of Sir Thopas.
- As when the dove returning bore the mark
Of earth restored to the long labouring ark;
The relics of mankind, secure at rest,
Oped every window to receive the guest,
And the fair bearer of the message bless'd.
- John Dryden, To Her Grace of Ormond, line 70.
- Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song,
And spread thy golden wings in me;
Hatching my tender heart so long,
Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.
- George Herbert, The Church, Whitsunday.
- We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves.
- Isaiah. LIX. 11.
- See how that pair of billing doves
With open murmurs own their loves
And, heedless of censorious eyes,
Pursue their unpolluted joys:
No fears of future want molest
The downy quiet of their nest.
- Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, Verses, Written in a Garden, Stanza 1.
- Ut solet accipiter trepidas agitare columbas.
- As the hawk is wont to pursue the trembling doves.
- Ovid, Metamorphoses, V, 606.
- Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
- Psalms. LV. 6.
- And oft I heard the tender dove
In firry woodlands making moan.
- Alfred Tennyson, Miller's Daughter.
- I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed—and cooed;
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,—the song for me!
- William Wordsworth, O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art.
- Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;
My trees were full of songs and flowers and fruit,
Their branches spread a city to the air.
- Christina G. Rossetti, From House to Home, in Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862), Stanza 7.
- With his mouth full of news
Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.
- Thou pigeon-egg of discretion.
- This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease.
- 'Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note,
And the trembling throb in its mottled throat;
There's a human look in its swelling breast,
And the gentle curve of its lowly crest;
And I often stop with the fear I feel—
He runs so close to the rapid wheel.
- Nathaniel Parker Willis, The Belfry Pigeon; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 597.