Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note. (Quote by - Alexander Pope)

Linnets . . . sit On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock. (Quote by - James Thomson)

Hail to thee, far above the rest In joy of voice and pinion! Thou, linnet! in thy green array, Presiding spirit here to-day, Dost lead the revels of the May; And this is thy dominion. (Quote by - William Wordsworth)

I do sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. (Quote by - Lord Alfred Tennyson)