Birdies. For A Little Five Year Old (Hannah S Battersby Poems)
A tender birdie mother sat In her soft nest one day,Teaching her little fledglings, three, To gambol, sing, and play.Dear little brood, ...
A tender birdie mother sat In her soft nest one day,Teaching her little fledglings, three, To gambol, sing, and play.Dear little brood, ...
IAt twenty we fancied the blest Middle Ages A spirited cross of romantic and grand,All templars and minstrels and ladies and ...
I love to see the little goldfinch pluckThe groundsel's feather'd seed, and twit and twit,And soon in bower of apple ...
Faith, and little Miss McCroddie was the tidy little body, Just as trim and prim and handy as you'd ever wish ...
AH, me! for evermore, for evermoreThese human hearts of ours must yearn and sigh,While down the dells and up the ...
II cling and swingOn a branch, or singThrough the cool, clear hush of Morning, O!Or fling my wingOn the air, ...
As sign before a playhouse serves A giant Lyre, ornately gilded,On whose convenient coignes and curves The pert brown sparrows late have ...
I.-TRIOLET. Warm from the wall she chose a peach, ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
Scene I"Discontent"LAURENCE RABY.Laurence:I said to young Allan M'Ilveray, Beside the swift swirls of the North,When, in lilac shot through with ...
O meines Lebens goldne zeit.—SchillerO the youth of love and madness! let me sing another songEre the cynic grows upon ...
I If I were in Japan today, In little Japan today, I'd watch the sampan-rowers ride On Yokohama ...
Not yet! I thought this time 'twas done at last, the workings perfected, the life in it; and there's the ...
FORRESTI've won the two tosses from Prescot;Now hear me, and hearken and heed,And pull that vile flower from your waistcoat,And ...
Mr Woolin-Wister was assistant at the store,He had an air of breeding, and the kind of clothes he woreWere very, ...
Out in the sun the goldfinch flitsAlong the thistle-tops, flits and twitsAbove the hollow woodWhere birds swim like fish -Fish ...
(Dedicated to L.L.)Walls separate us.Strange spider webs.But I often fly, gaunt in my sinkingHand wringing room, a bleeding chirping twit.If ...
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
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