To the Robin : : By James W Whilt Dear little, sweet little robin Dressed in nice grey coat With your warm red sweater about you Drawn close around your throat. With your bright pink stockings, That you keep so clean; Don’t you ever stain them In the grass so green? Eyes so dark andContinue reading “To The Robin: James W Whilt : : Bird Poems : :”
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Bleak Weather : Ella Wheeler Wilcox : : Bird Poems : :
Notes for each of the lines Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India October 13, 2023 : : : :
Little Robin Red Breast : A Nursery rhyme : Bird Poems : :
Little Robin Red Breast : : A Nursery rhyme: In this Popular Nursery Rhyme Little Robin Red Breasted Bird is shown in playing mood together with a Pussy Cat. In an earlier version , the little robin redbreast used to wag his tail and nod his head. The Robin tells the cat to catch himContinue reading “Little Robin Red Breast : A Nursery rhyme : Bird Poems : :”
The Redbreast Chasing A Butterfly : William Wordsworth : : Bird Poems : :
The Redbreast Chasing The Butterfly : : By William Wordsworth ( 1770 – 1850 ) England: ART thou the bird whom Man loves best,The pious bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English Robin;The bird that comes about our doorsWhen Autumn-winds are sobbing?Art thou the Peter of Norway Boors? Their Thomas in Finland, And RussiaContinue reading “The Redbreast Chasing A Butterfly : William Wordsworth : : Bird Poems : :”
Why The Robin’s Breast Was Red : James Ryder Randall : : Bird Poems : :
Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. 739 Why the Robin’s Breast Was Red : : By James Ryder Randall ( From : Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. ) : : : : THE SAVIOUR, bowed beneath his cross, climbed up the dreary hill, And from theContinue reading “Why The Robin’s Breast Was Red : James Ryder Randall : : Bird Poems : :”
The Robin : Witter Bynner : : Bird Poems : :
The Robin : : By Witter Bynner ( 1881 – 1968 ) Except within poetic pale I have not found a nightingale,Nor hearkened in a dusky vale To song and silence blending;No stock-dove have I ever heard,Nor listened to a cuckoo-bird, Nor seen a lark ascending.But I have felt a pulse-beat start Because a robin,Continue reading “The Robin : Witter Bynner : : Bird Poems : :”
How Dare The Robins Sing : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :
How dare the robins sing : : by Emily Dickinson1724 How dare the robins sing,When men and women hearWho since they went to their accountHave settled with the year! —Paid all that life had earnedIn one consummate bill,And now, what life or death can doIs immaterial.Insulting is the sunTo him whose mortal lightBeguiled of immortalityBequeathsContinue reading “How Dare The Robins Sing : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :”
I dreaded that first Robin, so : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :
I dreaded that first Robin, so : : Emily Dickinson I dreaded that first Robin, so,But He is mastered, now,I’m accustomed to Him grown,He hurts a little, though— I thought If I could only liveTill that first Shout got by—Not all Pianos in the WoodsHad power to mangle me— I dared not meet the Daffodils—ForContinue reading “I dreaded that first Robin, so : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :”
Nightingale Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :
* The Owl And The Nightingale : : By Anonymous : : composed as early as 1189 or shortly thereafter : : Lines 1 through 100Page 2[folio 233r.1]ICH was in one sumere dale,in one suþe diȝele hale,iherde ich holde grete talean hule and one niȝtingale.Þat plait was stif & starc & strong, 5sum wile softeContinue reading “Nightingale Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :”
Philomela : Matthew Arnold : : Bird Poems : :
Philomela : : By Matthew Arnold : : Hark! ah, the nightingale—The tawny-throated!Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst!What triumph! hark!—what pain! O wanderer from a Grecian shore,Still, after many years, in distant lands,Still nourishing in thy bewilder’d brainThat wild, unquench’d, deep-sunken, old-world pain— Say, will it never heal?And can this fragrant lawnWith itsContinue reading “Philomela : Matthew Arnold : : Bird Poems : :”
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