The Baltimore oriole.

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1824.  The fire-bird streamed by them, with his deep-red plumage.—W. Irving, ‘Tales of a Traveller,’ p. 436. (N.E.D.)

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1856.  

        The hollow woods, in the setting sun,
  Ring shrill with the fire-bird’s lay.
Bryant, ‘Indian Story.’ (N.E.D.)    

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a. 1870.  

        My oriole, my glance of summer fire,
Is come at last, and, ever on the watch,
Twitches the pack-thread I had lightly wound
About the bough to help his housekeeping.
Lowell, ‘Under the Willows.’    

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