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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... happy all the year , When seasons dazzle , or when seasons low'r , Thy little bosom's still devoid of care . But why now , Robin ! dost thou sing so sweet ! For Time , I see , has made a peck at thee— Bereft thee of thy tail - thou can ...
... happy all the year , When seasons dazzle , or when seasons low'r , Thy little bosom's still devoid of care . But why now , Robin ! dost thou sing so sweet ! For Time , I see , has made a peck at thee— Bereft thee of thy tail - thou can ...
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... happy then had been thy state ! ( Though not by freedom blest , ) The tenant of a golden cage , By some fond fair carest . She had prolong'd thy tuneful life , ( Thy native sky forgot ; ) She had repay'd thee for thy song , Her smiles ...
... happy then had been thy state ! ( Though not by freedom blest , ) The tenant of a golden cage , By some fond fair carest . She had prolong'd thy tuneful life , ( Thy native sky forgot ; ) She had repay'd thee for thy song , Her smiles ...
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... happy bird ! be thine . From drear Oblivion's gloomy care , The powerful Muse shall wrest thy name , And bid thee live beyond the grave ; This meed she knows thy merits claim : She knows the liberal heart Is ever ready to dispense The ...
... happy bird ! be thine . From drear Oblivion's gloomy care , The powerful Muse shall wrest thy name , And bid thee live beyond the grave ; This meed she knows thy merits claim : She knows the liberal heart Is ever ready to dispense The ...
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... mutual solace long , Liv'd happy pris'ners there . They sang , as blithe as finches sing That flutter loose on golden wing , And frolic where they list : Strangers to liberty , ' tis true , But that H 2 TALES OF THE ROBIN . 87.
... mutual solace long , Liv'd happy pris'ners there . They sang , as blithe as finches sing That flutter loose on golden wing , And frolic where they list : Strangers to liberty , ' tis true , But that H 2 TALES OF THE ROBIN . 87.
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... happy day . In blooming purple she descends , With flow'ry wreaths , and blossoms crown'd ; The genial pow'r she far extends , With joy inspires the country round . Of silv'ry white , a fragant show'r , She does 96 TALES OF THE ROBIN .
... happy day . In blooming purple she descends , With flow'ry wreaths , and blossoms crown'd ; The genial pow'r she far extends , With joy inspires the country round . Of silv'ry white , a fragant show'r , She does 96 TALES OF THE ROBIN .
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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.