| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Whip-poor-will |
| | | The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl. Irving. | 1 |
| | Where deep and misty shadows float |
| In forest’s depths is heard thy note. |
| Like a lost spirit, earthbound still, |
| Art thou, mysterious whip-poor-will. |
Marie Le Baron. | 2 |
| | But the whip-poor-will wails on the moor, |
| And day has deserted the west: |
| The moon glimmers down thro’ the vines at my door |
| And the robin has flown to her nest. |
James G. Clarke. | 3 | | |
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