459. Sonnet on the Death of Robert Riddell : : By Robert Burns NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! gay in thy verdant stole,More welcome were to me grim Winter’s wildest roar. How can ye charm, ye flowers, with all yourContinue reading “On The Death Of Robert Riddell : Robert Burns : : Bird Poems : :”
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Thrush Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :
Thrush Poems : : Various Poets : : : : …………: : * My Thrush : : by Mortimer Collins : : ▼All through the sultry hours of June,From morning blithe to golden noon,And till the star of evening climbsThe gray-blue East, a world too soon,There sings a Thrush amid the limes.God’s poet, hid inContinue reading “Thrush Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :”
The Brown Thrush : Lucy Larcom : : Bird Poems : :
There’s a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree.He’s singing to me! He’s singing to me!And what does he say, little girl, little boy?“Oh, the world’s running over with joy! Don’t you hear? Don’t you see? Hush! Look! In my tree I’m as happy as happy can be!” And the brown thrush keeps singing,Continue reading “The Brown Thrush : Lucy Larcom : : Bird Poems : :”
The Thrush In February : George Meredith : : Bird Poems : :
The Thrush In February : : by George MeredithI know him, February’s thrush,And loud at eve he valentinesOn sprays that paw the naked bushWhere soon will sprout the thorns and bines. Now ere the foreign singer thrillsOur vale his plain-song pipe he pours,A herald of the million bills;And heed him not, the loss is yours.Continue reading “The Thrush In February : George Meredith : : Bird Poems : :”
Spring : Gerard Manley Hopkins : Sonnet : : Bird Poems : :
Spring : : By Gerard Manley Hopkins Nothing is so beautiful as Spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leavesContinue reading “Spring : Gerard Manley Hopkins : Sonnet : : Bird Poems : :”
The Word : Edward Thomas : : Bird Poems : :
The Word : : By Edward Thomas (1878 – 1917) There are so many things I have forgot, That once were much to me, or that were not, All lost, as is a childless woman’s child And its child’s children, in the undefiled Abyss of what can never be again. I have forgot, too, namesContinue reading “The Word : Edward Thomas : : Bird Poems : :”
Thrushes : Ted Hughes : : Bird Poems : :
Thrushes : : by Ted Hughes Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn,More coiled steel than living – a poisedDark deadly eye, those delicate legsTriggered to stirrings beyond sense – with a start, a bounce,a stabOvertake the instant and drag out some writhing thing.No indolent procrastinations and no yawning states,No sighs or head-scratchings.Continue reading “Thrushes : Ted Hughes : : Bird Poems : :”
Canto For The Laughing – Thrush : Hai – Dang Phan : : Bird Poems : :
Canto for the Chestnut-Eared Laughingthrush : : By Hai-Dang Phan : : : : And then rushed into the embrace of the mountainsOf the Kontum Plateau, ferried through Lo Xo pass,Blew past Măng Đen, dizzied among hairpin turns,Floating in the lushness 1,200 m above sea level,Amid a mosaic of prime evergreen, gasping.And up there weContinue reading “Canto For The Laughing – Thrush : Hai – Dang Phan : : Bird Poems : :”
Thrush Song At Dawn : Richard Eberhart : : Bird Poems : :
“Thrush Song At Dawn”, First published in August 1956 issue of Poetry Journal, A Bird Poem by Richard Eberhart is About appreciation of Thrush at Dawn, a “Song Bird’s Song of lung – red singing with magic tone, divinity , a fast enchantment and as a sweet dark coil of time.” Notes for each ofContinue reading “Thrush Song At Dawn : Richard Eberhart : : Bird Poems : :”
Home-thoughts, From Abroad : Robert Browning : : Bird Poems : :
Home-Thoughts, from Abroad : : By Robert Browning Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April’s there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England—now! And after April, when May follows,And the whitethroat builds, andContinue reading “Home-thoughts, From Abroad : Robert Browning : : Bird Poems : :”
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