The Bobolink (John Bannister Tabb Poems)
Your notes are few,But sweet your songAs honey-dew;And all day long,Dear Bobolink, a-listening,I never tire to hear you sing. (John ...
Your notes are few,But sweet your songAs honey-dew;And all day long,Dear Bobolink, a-listening,I never tire to hear you sing. (John ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
Knit, knit, knit, knit! See old white-capped Pussy sit, Fairly gray with worry and care, In her ...
A crow flew down from a tall oak tree, Just as important as he could be; For a Congress of ...
Out of the heart of the city begottenOf the labour of men and their manifold hands,Whose souls, that were sprung ...
What a silly bobolink, Down in the meadow grasses! What can the noisy fellow think, When, to ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —I keep it, staying at Home —With a Bobolink for a Chorister —And ...
46I keep my pledge.I was not called-Death did not notice me.I bring my Rose.I plight again,By every sainted Bee-By Daisy ...
755No Bobolink-reverse His SingingWhen the only TreeEver He minded occupyingBy the Farmer be-Clove to the Root-His Spacious Future-Best Horizon-gone-Whose Music ...
What would I give to see his face? I'd give -- I'd give my life -- of course -- But ...
The Way to know the Bobolink From every other Bird Precisely as the Joy of him -- Obliged to be ...
The Bobolink is gone -- The Rowdy of the Meadow -- And no one swaggers now but me -- The ...
No Bobolink -- reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be -- Clove ...
"Nature" is what we see -- The Hill -- the Afternoon -- Squirrel -- Eclipse -- the Bumble bee -- ...
"Lethe" in my flower, Of which they who drink In the fadeless orchards Hear the bobolink! Merely flake or petal ...
The Gentian weaves her fringes -- The Maple's loom is red -- My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but ...
I keep my pledge. I was not called -- Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose. I plight ...
Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home -- As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune -- ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
Mud is Beauty in the making, Mud is melody awaking; Laughter, leafy whisperings, Butterflies with rainbow wings; Baby babble, lover's ...
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