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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... sweetly hymn the parting day : But sprightlier still , and sweeter pour Thy songs o'er Flavia's fav'rite bow'r ; There softly breathe the vary'd sound , And chaunt thy loves , or woes , around . So may'st thou live , securely blest ...
... sweetly hymn the parting day : But sprightlier still , and sweeter pour Thy songs o'er Flavia's fav'rite bow'r ; There softly breathe the vary'd sound , And chaunt thy loves , or woes , around . So may'st thou live , securely blest ...
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... 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 . Logan . MIRA and her LINNET . What art so sweetly care 46 TALES OF THE ROBIN .
... 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 . Logan . MIRA and her LINNET . What art so sweetly care 46 TALES OF THE ROBIN .
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... sweetly care beguiles , Or sooths , if fickle fortune smiles , As the soft pow'rs of song ; This bids the warmner passions rise , Or fills with liquid grief our eyes , Such charms to verse belong . But sure that lay doth most excel ...
... sweetly care beguiles , Or sooths , if fickle fortune smiles , As the soft pow'rs of song ; This bids the warmner passions rise , Or fills with liquid grief our eyes , Such charms to verse belong . But sure that lay doth most excel ...
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... sweetly pass'd the night . Next morn , ' ere Mira left her bed , While busy dreams disturb'd her head , Where thought began to spring ; The tuneful wand'rer stretch'd his throat , And warbling forth his sweetest note , Thus sung , or ...
... sweetly pass'd the night . Next morn , ' ere Mira left her bed , While busy dreams disturb'd her head , Where thought began to spring ; The tuneful wand'rer stretch'd his throat , And warbling forth his sweetest note , Thus sung , or ...
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... Sweetly gaining on the sky , Op'ning with thy matin lay , ( Nature's hymn ! ) the eye of day , Teach my soul , on early wing , Thus to soar , and thus to sing . While the bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight , May the ...
... Sweetly gaining on the sky , Op'ning with thy matin lay , ( Nature's hymn ! ) the eye of day , Teach my soul , on early wing , Thus to soar , and thus to sing . While the bloom of orient light Gilds thee in thy tuneful flight , May the ...
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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.