The Peacock at Home: And Other PoemsJohn Murray, 32, Fleet-Street, 1809 - 126 pàgines |
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Pàgina 9 - BIRD offer'd to make up new clothes; For all the young Birdlings, who wish'd to be Beaux: He made for the ROBIN a doublet of red, And a new velvet cap for the GOLDFINCH's head; He added a plume to the WREN'S golden crest, And spangled with silver the GUINEA-FOWL'S breast; While the HALCYON bent over the streamlet to view, How pretty she look'd in her bodice of blue!
Pàgina 57 - When by some cruel child you are wantonly chased ; And your' bright scarlet coat, so bespotted with black, May be torn by his barbarous hands from your back. Ah ! then you'll regret you were tempted to rove From the tall climbing hop, or the hazel's thick grove, And will fondly remember each arbour and tree, Where lately you...
Pàgina 65 - GOOD morrow, gentle, humble bee ; You are abroad betimes, I see, And sportive fly from tree to tree To take the air And visit each gay flower that blows ; While every bell and bud that glows, Quite from the daisy to the rose, Your visits share. Saluting now the pied carnation, Now on the aster taking station, Murmuring your ardent admiration ; Then off you frisk Where poppies hang their heavy heads, Or where the gorgeous sunflower spreads For you her luscious golden beds, On her broad disk.
Pàgina 103 - Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires ; The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame. When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind, Some emanation of th
Pàgina 74 - Soft is his shining auburn coat, As ermine white his downy throat, Intelligent his mien ; With feathery tail and ears alert, And little paws as hands expert, And eyes so black and keen.
Pàgina 67 - Summer's past. For soon will fly the laughing hours, And this delightful waste of flowers Will shrink before the wintry showers And winds so keen. Alas ! who then will lend you aid, If your dry cell be yet unmade, Nor store of wax and honey laid In magazine ? Then, Lady Buzz, you will repent, That hours for useful labour meant Were so unprofitably spent, And idly lost. By cold and hunger keen...
Pàgina 16 - To describe all the lux'ries which cover'd the table. Each delicate viand that taste could denote, Wasps a la sauce piquante, and Flies en compote; Worms and Frogs en friture, for the web-footed Fowl, And a barbecued Mouse was prepar'd for the Owls.
Pàgina 58 - HUMMING BIRD Minutest of the feathered kind, Possessing every charm combin'd, Nature, in forming thee, design'd That thou should'st be A proof within how little space She can confine such perfect grace, Rendering thy lovely fairy race Beauty's epitome. Thy burnished colors to bestow, Her pencil in the heavenly bow She dipp'd and made thy plumes to glow With every hue. SELECTED...
Pàgina 67 - Ah! haste your winter stock to save, That snug within your Christmas cave, When snows fall fast and tempests rave, You may remain. And the hard season braving there, On Spring's warm gales you will repair, Elate thro' crystal fields of air, To bliss again!
Pàgina 12 - Peacock kept up his progenitors' quarrel, Which Esop relates, about cast-off apparel; For Birds are like Men in their contests together, And, in questions of right, can dispute for a feather.