Of Child With Bird At The Bush (John Bunyan Poems)
My little bird, how canst thou sitAnd sing amidst so many thorns?Let me a hold upon thee get,My love with ...
My little bird, how canst thou sitAnd sing amidst so many thorns?Let me a hold upon thee get,My love with ...
Thou simple bird, what makes thou here to play?Look, there's the fowler, pr'ythee come away.Do'st not behold the net? Look ...
Methinks I see a sight most excellent,All sorts of birds fly in the firmament:Some great, some small, all of a ...
This pretty bird, O! how she flies and sings,But could she do so if she had not wings?Her wings bespeak ...
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