Tales of the Robin, and Other Small Birds: Selected from the British Poets, for the Instruction and Amusement of Young PeoplePoems about robins and other small birds, drawn from a variety of sources. |
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... grief ! Her chequer'd tints , that mark decay , O'er every sense spread gloom and sad dismay . Back to gay Summer's sunny hours , Fond fancy turns on bliss intent ; It starts - Reflection numbs her powers , For Pleasure's glass , alas ...
... grief ! Her chequer'd tints , that mark decay , O'er every sense spread gloom and sad dismay . Back to gay Summer's sunny hours , Fond fancy turns on bliss intent ; It starts - Reflection numbs her powers , For Pleasure's glass , alas ...
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... nigh . Delusive hour , to me thou dost not come ; Ah , erring grief ! still must I crave thy aid , To lull my sorrows in the silent tomb . Monthly Magazine . An INVITATION to a ROBIN REDBREAST . An ! hasten 32 TALES OF THE ROBIN .
... nigh . Delusive hour , to me thou dost not come ; Ah , erring grief ! still must I crave thy aid , To lull my sorrows in the silent tomb . Monthly Magazine . An INVITATION to a ROBIN REDBREAST . An ! hasten 32 TALES OF THE ROBIN .
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... grief relieve : Convinc'd thy sweet melodious lay , My entertainment will repay . And when cold frost congeals the plain , Frequent my friendly roof again ; Rememb❜ring still thy warbling lay , My entertainment will repay . SMALL BIRDS ...
... grief relieve : Convinc'd thy sweet melodious lay , My entertainment will repay . And when cold frost congeals the plain , Frequent my friendly roof again ; Rememb❜ring still thy warbling lay , My entertainment will repay . SMALL BIRDS ...
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... grief our eyes , Such charms to verse belong . But sure that lay doth most excel , That can the moral lesson tell With unaffected ease ; Can by its sounds assuage the sense , Convey advice without offence , Or teach reproof to please ...
... grief our eyes , Such charms to verse belong . But sure that lay doth most excel , That can the moral lesson tell With unaffected ease ; Can by its sounds assuage the sense , Convey advice without offence , Or teach reproof to please ...
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... grief foresaw the dawn's impending blow , And to avert it thus preferr'd her prayer : O Thou ! who e'en the Sparrow dost befriend , Whose providence protects the harmless Wren ; Thou God of birds ! these innocents defend , From the vile ...
... grief foresaw the dawn's impending blow , And to avert it thus preferr'd her prayer : O Thou ! who e'en the Sparrow dost befriend , Whose providence protects the harmless Wren ; Thou God of birds ! these innocents defend , From the vile ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.