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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... liberty . Peace then , sweet warbler , to thy futt'ring heart , Defy the rage of hawks , and toils of art . Now shake thy downy plumes : now gladly pay Thy grateful tribute to each rising day ; While crowds below their willing voices ...
... liberty . Peace then , sweet warbler , to thy futt'ring heart , Defy the rage of hawks , and toils of art . Now shake thy downy plumes : now gladly pay Thy grateful tribute to each rising day ; While crowds below their willing voices ...
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... liberty , With all thy tribes again , I ask thee , now and then , to come , At dawn , or setting day , And charm , with thy accustom'd notes , My gloomy cares away . Written on seeing a ROBIN in severe Weather . By Mrs. BOND HOPKINS ...
... liberty , With all thy tribes again , I ask thee , now and then , to come , At dawn , or setting day , And charm , with thy accustom'd notes , My gloomy cares away . Written on seeing a ROBIN in severe Weather . By Mrs. BOND HOPKINS ...
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... liberty . " Mira , though sprightly , gay , and young , Admir'd , approv'd hier linnet's song , Transferr'd it to her life . Her beau she dropp'd , she chang'd her plan , Wedded a plain , but honest man , And made a prudent wife ...
... liberty . " Mira , though sprightly , gay , and young , Admir'd , approv'd hier linnet's song , Transferr'd it to her life . Her beau she dropp'd , she chang'd her plan , Wedded a plain , but honest man , And made a prudent wife ...
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... liberty too , Are all to your kindness resign'd- What can your poor pris'ner do ? If from you I attempted to fly , Where could I for safety repair With hunger I shortly must die , When bereft of your fost'ring care From a clime that's ...
... liberty too , Are all to your kindness resign'd- What can your poor pris'ner do ? If from you I attempted to fly , Where could I for safety repair With hunger I shortly must die , When bereft of your fost'ring care From a clime that's ...
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... liberty roam , Unfriended , I soon shall be slain ! But while I your bounty enjoy , My liberty lost , I'll not moan , But to please you , my song will employ , And your gen'rous sympathy own . Then let me your captive remain ! I ne'er ...
... liberty roam , Unfriended , I soon shall be slain ! But while I your bounty enjoy , My liberty lost , I'll not moan , But to please you , my song will employ , And your gen'rous sympathy own . Then let me your captive remain ! I ne'er ...
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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.