"The thrush that carols at the dawn of day From the green steeples of the piny wood; The oriole in the elm; the noisy jay, Jargoning like a foreigner at his food; The blue-bird balanced on some topmost spray, Flooding with melody the neighborhood; Linnet and meadow-lark, and all the throng That dwell in nests, and have the gift of song.
"Tales of a Wayside Inn"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Then a strange voice, a burst of higher melody, a warble nearer, farther, fainter, a "sweet Jargoning" among them all, that lifts his soul in unconscious praise.
"Floyd Grandon's Honor"
Amanda Minnie Douglas
But I rose up, flushed at the careless slander, Heedless what other laughing things were said, And my bruised thoughts began to lift and wander Far off, as from that Jargoning I fled.
"Poems New and Old"
John Freeman