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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... adieu , And leaves and fruits are gone . Ah , then to me some crumbs of bread pray fling ! And through the year my grateful thanks I'll sing . When Winter's winds blow loud and rude , And birds 14 TALES OF THE ROBIN .
... adieu , And leaves and fruits are gone . Ah , then to me some crumbs of bread pray fling ! And through the year my grateful thanks I'll sing . When Winter's winds blow loud and rude , And birds 14 TALES OF THE ROBIN .
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... rude , And birds retire in sullen mood , And snows make white the ground ; I sing , your drooping hearts to charm , And sure that you'll not do me harm , I hop your window round . " Ah , then to me some crumbs of bread pray fling ! And ...
... rude , And birds retire in sullen mood , And snows make white the ground ; I sing , your drooping hearts to charm , And sure that you'll not do me harm , I hop your window round . " Ah , then to me some crumbs of bread pray fling ! And ...
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... rude oppressor shall invade thy rest . Ah ! haste thee from yon rugged thorn and snow , Yon northern chilling , life - oppressing blast ; Ere thou art doom'd to share drear Winter's woe , Haste , claim my shade , till Winter's rage is ...
... rude oppressor shall invade thy rest . Ah ! haste thee from yon rugged thorn and snow , Yon northern chilling , life - oppressing blast ; Ere thou art doom'd to share drear Winter's woe , Haste , claim my shade , till Winter's rage is ...
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... rude storms disturb thy nest , No birdlime twig , or gin annoy , Or cruel gun , thy brood destroy : No want of shelter may'st thou know , Which Ripton's lofty shades bestow ; No dearth of winter berries fear , For haws and hips blush ...
... rude storms disturb thy nest , No birdlime twig , or gin annoy , Or cruel gun , thy brood destroy : No want of shelter may'st thou know , Which Ripton's lofty shades bestow ; No dearth of winter berries fear , For haws and hips blush ...
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... rude to mischief prone , E'er shews his ruddy face , Or twangs his bow , or hurls a stone , In this sequester'd place . Hither the vocal Thrush repairs , Secure the Linnet sings ; A Goldfinch dreads no slimy snares , To clog her painted ...
... rude to mischief prone , E'er shews his ruddy face , Or twangs his bow , or hurls a stone , In this sequester'd place . Hither the vocal Thrush repairs , Secure the Linnet sings ; A Goldfinch dreads no slimy snares , To clog her painted ...
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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 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.