Tales of the Robin, and Other Small Birds: Selected from the British Poets, for the Instruction and Amusement of Young PeopleW. Darton, 1815 - 140 страница Poems about robins and other small birds, drawn from a variety of sources. |
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... harmonious lays Swell the glad song of thy Creator's praise , Say , art thou conscious of approaching ills , Fell Winter's storms , the pointed blast that kills Shun'st thou the savage North's unpitying breath ? Or cruel A 2.
... harmonious lays Swell the glad song of thy Creator's praise , Say , art thou conscious of approaching ills , Fell Winter's storms , the pointed blast that kills Shun'st thou the savage North's unpitying breath ? Or cruel A 2.
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... winter , and chill blew the wind , And fast fell the white driven snow ; The earth all to darkness consign'd , And fast , fast , the day seem'd to go , When a Robin , sweet Robin , was heard To 18 TALES OF THE ROBIN .
... winter , and chill blew the wind , And fast fell the white driven snow ; The earth all to darkness consign'd , And fast , fast , the day seem'd to go , When a Robin , sweet Robin , was heard To 18 TALES OF THE ROBIN .
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... fell ! Those gentle hands , which once reviv'd his breath , Would , vainly , ward the stroke of death . They mourn'd his fall with many a pensive tear , And bade his lov'd remains find shelter here . And oft , at fading hour of eve they ...
... fell ! Those gentle hands , which once reviv'd his breath , Would , vainly , ward the stroke of death . They mourn'd his fall with many a pensive tear , And bade his lov'd remains find shelter here . And oft , at fading hour of eve they ...
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... fell to their species than netting and gun , Wou'd last e'n till doomsday ; so Chancellor , Owl Summ'd up , and declar'd him a felon most foul . " But time , " said the Judge , " has suspended his breath , " And the blood - sucking ...
... fell to their species than netting and gun , Wou'd last e'n till doomsday ; so Chancellor , Owl Summ'd up , and declar'd him a felon most foul . " But time , " said the Judge , " has suspended his breath , " And the blood - sucking ...
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... fell Bastile ! Idly they heard his warblings shrill , His food - demanding strain : - No water cheer'd his thirsty bill- He sued for bread in vain ! But place him where he's doom'd to rest , And nigh the hawthorn plant ; Whereon may ...
... fell Bastile ! Idly they heard his warblings shrill , His food - demanding strain : - No water cheer'd his thirsty bill- He sued for bread in vain ! But place him where he's doom'd to rest , And nigh the hawthorn plant ; Whereon may ...
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airy amorous song Blackbird blest blooming bosom bow'r breast breath cage Charlotte Smith charms chaunts cheer confin'd crumbs Cuckoo dawn dear death delight dost downy ev'ning ev'ry eyes fair farewel flight fate fav'rite flight flow'rs fond gentle GOLDFINCH grateful grey dawn grief grove hail Haste hawk hear heart infant train Lark liberty libration Linnet lone lonely grove lute Luxborough lyre mate melodious melting morn mournful muse Nature's ne'er nest NIGHTINGALE notes numbers o'er Philomel pinions plain plumage plumes REDBREAST ROBIN rude school-boy seem'd shade sighs sing skies smile soft songsters SONNET soothe sorrow spray Spring strain sung swain Sweet bird sweetly swelling tale tears tender thee Thomas Dermody thou thro throng Thrush Thy song tree tribe tuneful vale vernal Vireo voice wandering warbler warbling winds wing Winter WOODLARK woods young younker zephyrs
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Страница 45 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The school-boy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.
Страница 12 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Страница 115 - When first the soul of love is sent abroad, Warm through the vital air, and on the heart Harmonious seizes, the gay troops begin, In gallant thought, to plume the painted wing ; And try again the long-forgotten strain, At first faint- warbled.
Страница 116 - Superior heard, run through the sweetest length Of notes ; when listening Philomela deigns To let them joy, and purposes, in thought Elate, to make her night excel their day. The blackbird whistles from the thorny brake ; The mellow bullfinch answers from the grove ; Nor are the linnets, o'er the flowering furze Pour'd out profusely, silent. Join'd to these Innumerous songsters, in the freshening shade Of new-sprung leaves, their modulations mix Mellifluous. The jay, the rook, the daw, 6io And each...
Страница 46 - Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring.
Страница 114 - Is no concern at all of his, And says — what says he ? — Caw. Thrice happy bird ! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men ; And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine, And such a head between 'em.
Страница 135 - Hebrides; Who can recount what transmigrations there Are annual made? what nations come and go? And how the living clouds on clouds arise? Infinite wings! till all the plume-dark air, And rude resounding shore are one wild cry.
Страница 46 - Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another Spring to hail. Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year! O could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring.
Страница 117 - Connubial leagues agreed, to the deep woods They haste away, all as their fancy leads, Pleasure, or food, or secret safety prompts; That Nature's great command may be obey'd; Nor all the sweet sensations they perceive Indulg'd in vain.
Страница 113 - He sees that this great round-about, The world, with all its motley rout, Church, army, physic, law, Its customs, and its businesses, Is no concern at all of his, And says — what says he ?—Caw.