Identifier: throughyearwithb00will (find matches)
Title: Through the year with birds and poets (poems);
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Williams, Sarah, comp
Subjects: American poetry Birds
Publisher: Boston, Lee and Shepard
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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m !Bubble brook, and rustle corn and rye !Falter not, O Nature, nor will I.Give me thy flower and fruit,And Ill blow for thee my flute;Ill blow for thee my flute so sweet and clear,This year,Next year,And many and many a blooming coming year, Till this strange forceNo more aloft shall guide me in my course,High over weltering billows and dark woodsOver Mississippis looped and tangled floods WITH BIRDS AND POETS 93 Over the hills of Tennessee, And old Kentuckys greenery, In sun, in night, in clouds, and forth Out of the South, into the North,To the spot where first the ancestral nest was swung,Where first the ancestral song was sung, Whose shadowy strains still ravish me With immemorial melody. Maurice Thompson. THE CARDINAL-BIRD The Cardinal has come again; He all the brake salutes;His music floods the silent glen, Oh, hear him, how he flutes ! From tree to tree his scarlet glows; Such beauty rare he brings,That all the richness of the rose Seems lavished on his wings ! Lloyd Mifflin.
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MAY Hither the busy birds shall flutter,With the light ii??iber for their nests, And, pausing from their labor, utterThe morning sunshine in their breasts. On Planting a Tree at Inveraray. — JAMES Russell Lowell. Swallows over the water,Warblers over the land,Silvery, tinkling ripplesAlong the pebbly strand,Afar in the upper etherThe eagle floats at rest;No wind now frets the forest, Tis nature at her best.The golden haze of autumnEnwraps the bloom of May, —Fate grant me many anotherSuch perfect su??i?ner day. Charles C. Abbott. WITH BIRDS AND POETS 97 MAY-DAY Why chidest thou the tardy spring?The hardy bunting does not chide ;The blackbirds make the maples ringWith social cheer and jubilee ;The redwing flutes his o-ka-lee,The robins know the melting snow;The sparrow meek, prophetic-eyed,Her nest beside the snow-drift weaves;Secure the osier yet will hideHer callow brood in mantling leaves;And thou, by science all undone,Why only must thy reason failTo see the southing of the sun

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