Feathered Favourites: Twelve Coloured Pictures of British BirdsT. Bosworth, 1854 - 53 psl. Each of the dozen birds is depicted in a color-printed lithograph surrounded by a gilt frame, and followed by poems that feature each bird by Wordsworth, Tennyson, Milton, Burns, Grahame, Montgomery, and others. Birds depicted are the House-Sparrow, Wren, Blackcap, Swallow, Woodpecker, Water-Wagtail, Titmouse, King-Fisher, Woodlark, Swan, Eagle and Wild Duck. |
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... hath sought Shelter from showers in huts where I may dwell , In early Spring , the tenant of the plain , Tending my sheep , and still they come to tell The happy stories of the past again . " * L WARING . H ! fair befal thee THE WREN .
... hath sought Shelter from showers in huts where I may dwell , In early Spring , the tenant of the plain , Tending my sheep , and still they come to tell The happy stories of the past again . " * L WARING . H ! fair befal thee THE WREN .
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... coming was with hope , but thou dost stay ' Midst melancholy thoughts , that dwell upon decay . MONTGOMERY . WALLOW , why homeward turned thy joy- ful 23 THE SWALLOW . Welcome, welcome, feathered stranger Robert Franklin.
... coming was with hope , but thou dost stay ' Midst melancholy thoughts , that dwell upon decay . MONTGOMERY . WALLOW , why homeward turned thy joy- ful 23 THE SWALLOW . Welcome, welcome, feathered stranger Robert Franklin.
52 psl.
... dwell ; And spreads in steadfast peace her brooding wing . Words cannot paint the o'ershadowing yew - tree bough , And dimly - gleaming nest , a hollow crown Of golden leaves inlaid with silver down , Fine as the mother's softest ...
... dwell ; And spreads in steadfast peace her brooding wing . Words cannot paint the o'ershadowing yew - tree bough , And dimly - gleaming nest , a hollow crown Of golden leaves inlaid with silver down , Fine as the mother's softest ...
52 psl.
... dwell ; And spreads in steadfast peace her brooding wing . Words cannot paint the o'ershadowing yew - tree bough , And dimly - gleaming nest , a hollow crown Of golden leaves inlaid with silver down , Fine as the mother's softest ...
... dwell ; And spreads in steadfast peace her brooding wing . Words cannot paint the o'ershadowing yew - tree bough , And dimly - gleaming nest , a hollow crown Of golden leaves inlaid with silver down , Fine as the mother's softest ...
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... dwell ; And spreads in steadfast peace her brooding wing . Words cannot paint the o'ershadowing yew - tree bough , And dimly - gleaming nest , a hollow crown Of golden leaves inlaid with silver down , Fine as the mother's softest ...
... dwell ; And spreads in steadfast peace her brooding wing . Words cannot paint the o'ershadowing yew - tree bough , And dimly - gleaming nest , a hollow crown Of golden leaves inlaid with silver down , Fine as the mother's softest ...
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artful base beneath better bill bird bold bough breast bright brood brook build clear close comes dark deep doth drive dwelling fall feathered flight flower fluttering fond formed GRAHAME green happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hour knows leave light live lonely look mark merry MONTGOMERY morning moss mountain Neath nest never night notes o'er peace pipe plumes rest rich rock roof scream scuffles season seen shower side singing single sits softly sometimes song soon soul Sparrow spreading spring strain strange summer swallow takes tell thee thing thou tiny tree trills vaulted voice wall warbler warped waters wild wind wing wintry wondrous wood woodland Woodpecker wrangle Wren X X X X XX XX X XXXX XXXXX yellow
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