“The Throstle”: : By Alfred Lord Tennyson ( 1809 – 1892 ) ‘SUMMER is coming, summer is coming. I know it, I know it, I know it.Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,’ Yes, my wild little Poet.Sing the new year in under the blue. Last year you sang it as gladly.‘New, new, new,Continue reading “The Throstle : Alfred Lord Tennyson : : Bird Poems : :”
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On Hearing A Thrush Sing : Robert Burns : : Sonnet : : Bird Poems : :
Sonnet On Hearing A Thrush Sing Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, ‘mid his surly reign, At thy blythe carol, clears his furrowed brow. Thus in bleak Poverty’s dominion drear, Sits meek Content with light, unanxious heart; Welcomes the rapid moments,Continue reading “On Hearing A Thrush Sing : Robert Burns : : Sonnet : : Bird Poems : :”
The Darkling Thrush : Thomas Hardy : : Bird Poems : ,:
The Darkling Thrush : : By Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was spectre-grey,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike strings of broken lyres,And all mankind that haunted nighHad sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to beThe Century’s corpse outleant,His crypt theContinue reading “The Darkling Thrush : Thomas Hardy : : Bird Poems : ,:”
The Thrush : Edward Thomas : : Bird Poems : :
The Thrush : : By Edward Thomas( 1878 – 1917 ) When Winter’s ahead,What can you read in NovemberThat you read in AprilWhen Winter’s dead? I hear the thrush, and I seeHim alone at the end of the laneNear the bare poplar’s tip,Singing continuously. Is it more that you knowThan that, even as in April,SoContinue reading “The Thrush : Edward Thomas : : Bird Poems : :”
When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom’d : Walt Whitman : : Elegy For Abraham Lincoln : : Bird Poems : :
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’dBY WALT WHITMAN1When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,And thought of him IContinue reading “When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom’d : Walt Whitman : : Elegy For Abraham Lincoln : : Bird Poems : :”
The Singing Thrush : Walt Whitman : : Bird Poems : :
The Singing Thrush : : By Walt Whitman ( 1819 – 1892 ) Wandering at morn,Emerging from the night, from the gloomy thoughts—thee in my thoughts,Yearning for thee, harmonious Union! thee, SingingBird divine!Thee, seated coil’d in evil times, my country, withcraft and black dismay—with every meanness,treason thrust upon thee;—Wandering—this common marvel I beheld—theparent thrush IContinue reading “The Singing Thrush : Walt Whitman : : Bird Poems : :”
Robin Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :
* Tampa Robins by Sidney Lanier The robin laughed in the orange-tree: “Ho, windy North, a fig for thee: While breasts are red and wings are bold And green trees wave us globes of gold, Time’s scythe shall reap but bliss for me Sunlight, song, and the orange-tree. “Burn, golden globes in leafy sky, MyContinue reading “Robin Poems : Various Poets : : Bird Poems : :”
The Robin’s Hymn : Hannah Flagg Gould : : Bird Poems : :
The Robin’s Hymn : : By Hannah Flagg Gould My maker, I know not the place of thy home; If ‘t is earth or the sky, or the sea. I only can tell, that wherever I roam I’ve still a kind father in thee. I feel that, at night, when I go to my rest,Continue reading “The Robin’s Hymn : Hannah Flagg Gould : : Bird Poems : :”
The Robin : William Thompson Bacon : : Bird Poems : :
The Robin : : By William Thompson Bacon His is the sweetest note in all our woods. The whistle of the meadow-lark is sweet, The blackbird’s rapid chant fills all the vale, And touchingly sweet the unincumbered song That the thrush warbles in the green-wood shade; Yet is the robin still our sweetest bird, AndContinue reading “The Robin : William Thompson Bacon : : Bird Poems : :”
Robin Poems : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :
* The Robin is A Gabriel : : By Emily Dickinson The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances — His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport’s Working Classes — He has the punctuality Of the New England Farmer — The same oblique integrity, A Vista vastly warmer — A small but sturdy Residence AContinue reading “Robin Poems : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :”
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