Jayaraj Vyas

Mocking Bird Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :

* To a Mocking-Bird : : by Henry Jerome StockardThe name thou wearest does thee grievous wrong;No mimic thou: that voice is thine alone.The poets sing but strains of Shakespeare’s song;The birds, but notes of thine imperial own. * * The Mocking-Bird : : by Paul Hamilton Hayne ▼ A golden pallor of voluptuous lightFilledContinue reading “Mocking Bird Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :”

The Mocking-Bird and The Donkey : : Bird Poems : :

The Mocking-Bird and the Donkey : : by William Cullen Bryant. From the Spanish of the Mexican poet José Rosas. ▼ A mock-bird in a villageHad somehow gained the skillTo imitate the voicesOf animals at will.And singing in his prison,Once, at the close of day,He gave, with great precision,The donkey’s heavy bray.Well pleased, the mock-bird’sContinue reading “The Mocking-Bird and The Donkey : : Bird Poems : :”

The First Mockingbird in Spring : Paul Hamilton Hayne : : Bird Poems : :

The First Mockingbird in Spring : : by Paul Hamilton Hayne ► Winged poet of vernal ethers!Ah! where hast thou lingered long?I have missed thy passionate, skyward flightsAnd the trills of thy changeful song.Hast thou been in the hearts of woodlands old,Half dreaming, and, drowsed by the winter’s cold,Just crooning the ghost of thy springtideContinue reading “The First Mockingbird in Spring : Paul Hamilton Hayne : : Bird Poems : :”

The Mocking Bird : Edwin B McElfatrick : : Bird Poems : :

The Mockingbird : : by Edwin B. McElfatrick ▼ You hear him in the springtime When radiant sunlight fills The verdant, sweeping valleysAnd the hollows of the hills;On moonlight nights in summerFrom the summit of a tree,He is weaving strains entrancingIn flights of ecstasy.In autumn’s richest splendorWhen the woodland seems afireI have heard him chantingContinue reading “The Mocking Bird : Edwin B McElfatrick : : Bird Poems : :”

To The Mocking Bird : Wilson Flagg : : Bird Poems : :

To The Mocking Bird : : by Wilson Flagg ( 1805 – 1884 ) ▼ Carolling bird that merrily night and dayTellest thy raptures from the rustling sprayAnd wakest the morning with thy varied laySinging thy matinsWhen we have come to hear thy sweet oblationOf love and joyance from thy sylvan station 6 Why inContinue reading “To The Mocking Bird : Wilson Flagg : : Bird Poems : :”

The Mocking – Bird : Frank Lebby Stanton : ( 1 ) : : Bird Poems : : Mighty Lak’ a Rose ( Baby / Mommy Song ) ( 2 ) : Frank Sinatra : Frank L. Stanton & Ethelbert Woodbridge Nevin ( Composer ) : :

The Mocking-Bird : : by Frank Lebby Stanton ▼ He didn’t know much musicWhen first he come along;An’ all the birds went wonderin’Why he didn’t sing a song.They primped their feathers in the sun,An’ sung their sweetest notes;An’ music jest come on the runFrom all their purty throats!But still that bird was silentIn summer timeContinue reading “The Mocking – Bird : Frank Lebby Stanton : ( 1 ) : : Bird Poems : : Mighty Lak’ a Rose ( Baby / Mommy Song ) ( 2 ) : Frank Sinatra : Frank L. Stanton & Ethelbert Woodbridge Nevin ( Composer ) : :”

The Mocking Bird : Sydney Lanier : : Bird Poems : :

THE MOCKING BIRD : : By Sydney Lanier ( 1842 – 1881 ) Superb and sole, upon a pluméd spray⁠That o’er the general leafage boldly grew,⁠He summ’d the woods with song; or typic drewThe swoop of hungry hawks, the lone dismayOf languid doves when long their lovers stray,⁠And all birds’ passion-plays that sprinkle dew⁠At mornContinue reading “The Mocking Bird : Sydney Lanier : : Bird Poems : :”

To Our Mocking-Bird : Sidney Lanier : : Bird Poems : :

To Our Mocking-Bird : Died of our cat , May 1878 : : by Sidney Lanier ▼ I.Trillets of humor, — shrewdest whistle-wit, —Contralto cadences of grave desireSuch as from off the passionate Indian pyreDrift down through sandal-odored flames that splitAbout the slim young widow who doth sitAnd sing above, — midnights of tone entire,Continue reading “To Our Mocking-Bird : Sidney Lanier : : Bird Poems : :”

The Mocking – Bird: William Henry Timrod : : Bird Poems : :

The Mocking-Bird : : by William Henry Timrod ▼ Nor did lackSweet music to the magic of the scene:The little crimson-breasted NonpareilWas there, his tiny feet scarce bending downThe silken tendril that he lighted onTo pour his love notes; and in russet coat,Most homely, like true genius bursting forthIn spite of adverse fortune, a fullContinue reading “The Mocking – Bird: William Henry Timrod : : Bird Poems : :”

Hush Little Baby , Don’t Say A Word ( Nursery rhyme ) : Mother Goose : : Bird Poems : :

Hush little baby, don’t say a word : : By Mother Goose : : Hush little baby, don’t say a word,Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won’t sing,Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns to brass,Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass. And if thatContinue reading “Hush Little Baby , Don’t Say A Word ( Nursery rhyme ) : Mother Goose : : Bird Poems : :”