Adunati alla pastura, Queti, _senza mostrar l'usato orgoglio_.--_Purg._ 2. [Footnote 120: And as birds rising from a stream, whence they Their pastures view, as though their joy confessing, Now form a round, and now a long array.--IBID.] [Footnote 121: And as with one accord, at break of day, The rooks bestir themselves, by nature taught To chase the dew-drops from their wings away; Some flying off, to reappear no more-- Others repairing to their nests again-- Some whirling round--then settling as before.--WRIGHT.] [Footnote 122: What time the swallow pours her plaintive strain, Saluting the approach of morning gray, Thus haply mindful of her former pain.--IBID.] [Footnote 123: E'en as the lark high soaring pours its throat Awhile, then rests in silence, as though still It dwelt enamour'd of its last sweet note.--IBID.] [Footnote 124: As when unto his partner's side, the dove Approaches near--both fondly circling round, And cooing, show the fervour of their love; So these great heirs of immortality Receive each other; while they joyful sound The praises of the food they share on high.--WRIGHT.] Hawking supplies its images: the falcon coming for its food: Il falcon che prima a piè si mira, Indi si volge al grido, e si protende, Per lo disio del pasto, che là il tira;--_Purg._ 19.[125] or just unhooded, pluming itself for its flight: Quasi falcon, ch'esce del cappello, Muove la testa, e con l'ale s'applaude, _Voglia mostrando, e facendosi bello_;--_Parad._ 19.[126] or returning without success, sullen and loath: Come 'l falcon ch'è stato assai su l'ali, Che senza veder logoro, o uccello, Fa dire al falconiere: Oimè tu cali! Discende lasso onde si muove snello Per cento ruote, _e da lungi si pone_ Dal suo maestro, _disdegnoso e fello_.--_Inf._ 17.[127] [Footnote 125: And, as a falcon, which first scans its feet, Then turns him to the call, and forward flies, In eagerness to catch the tempting meat.--IBID.] [Footnote 126: Lo, as a falcon, from the hood released, Uplifts his head, and joyous flaps his wings, His beauty and his eagerness increased.--WRIGHT.] [Footnote 127: E'en as a falcon, long upheld in air, Not seeing lure or bird upon the wing, So that the falconer utters in despair "Alas, thou stoop'st!" fatigued descends from high; And whirling quickly round in many a ring, Far from his master sits--disdainfully.--IBID.] It is curious to observe him taking Virgil's similes, and altering them. When Virgil describes the throng of souls, he compares them to falling leaves, or gathering birds in autumn: