The pewit turned over and stooped oer my head Where the raven croaked loud like the ploughman ill-bred, But the lark high above charmed me all the day long, So I sat down and joined in the chorus of song.
"Poems Chiefly From Manuscript"
John Clare
Are the jay, and owl, and pewit All awake and loudly calling?
"Faust"
Goethe
Now and then I caught the cry of a pewit, or saw a snipe glance up from his bed; but mainly I was busied about the mare.
"The Splendid Spur"
Arthur T. Quiller Couch