The Baltimore Oriole : : By Thomas Hill ▼ O golden robin! pipe again 1That happy, hopeful, cheering strain!A prisoner in my chamber, ISee neither grass, nor bough, nor sky;Yet to my mind thy warblings bring,In troops, all images of Spring;And every sense is satisfiedBy what thy magic has supplied. 8 As by enchantment, nowContinue reading “The Baltimore Oriole : Thomas Hill : Bird Poems : :”
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MADHU MALTI 