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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... give thee welcome once again . Come , build within my hawthorn bower , And shade thy nurslings with its flower ; Or where my wreathed woodbines twine , Make there a home for thee and thine . Now fair befal thee , gay Fauvette , With ...
... give thee welcome once again . Come , build within my hawthorn bower , And shade thy nurslings with its flower ; Or where my wreathed woodbines twine , Make there a home for thee and thine . Now fair befal thee , gay Fauvette , With ...
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... Give him but the old forest , and old forest - tree , And he'll leave to the proud lonely eagle the height Of the mist - shrouded precipice splintered and white ; And he'll leave to the gorcock the heather and fern , And the lake of the ...
... Give him but the old forest , and old forest - tree , And he'll leave to the proud lonely eagle the height Of the mist - shrouded precipice splintered and white ; And he'll leave to the gorcock the heather and fern , And the lake of the ...
41 psl.
... give me that ! -I will not , cannot fly Within a cage less ample than the sky ; Then shalt thou hear , as if an angel sung , Unseen in air , heaven's music from my tongue : Oh ! give me that ! —I cannot rest at ease On meaner perches ...
... give me that ! -I will not , cannot fly Within a cage less ample than the sky ; Then shalt thou hear , as if an angel sung , Unseen in air , heaven's music from my tongue : Oh ! give me that ! —I cannot rest at ease On meaner perches ...
45 psl.
... And the wave - worn horns of the echoing bank , And the silvery marish - flowers that throng The desolate creeks and pools among , Were flooded over with eddying song . THOMSON . HE stately sailing Swan Gives out his snowy 45 THE SWAN .
... And the wave - worn horns of the echoing bank , And the silvery marish - flowers that throng The desolate creeks and pools among , Were flooded over with eddying song . THOMSON . HE stately sailing Swan Gives out his snowy 45 THE SWAN .
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Twelve Coloured Pictures of British Birds. THOMSON . HE stately sailing Swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale , And arching proud his neck , with oary feet , Bears forward fierce , and guards his osier isle , Protective of his ...
Twelve Coloured Pictures of British Birds. THOMSON . HE stately sailing Swan Gives out his snowy plumage to the gale , And arching proud his neck , with oary feet , Bears forward fierce , and guards his osier isle , Protective of his ...
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anchorite bible having read bough brood brooks and purest bush She builds captive heart cherry-tree-your rows clip his fluttering comes your man-and crush him—no doth downs Are softly DYING SWAN far-off-woods feathered race find no Sparrow GRAHAME green hath heart Heaven horse will crush HOWITT Jack Sparrows JOHN CLARE little gateway porch little woodland dwarf liveth blithe lours MARY HOWITT MONTGOMERY moorland Neath some old nest Old beldame Sparrow pinions portico proper rust quit that wall ripening corn crop roof the lazy root-sprigs trills scamp is basking shrill roundelay silence-there's the Sparrow slaughter;-not a bird softly warped song suffice For exit sung in woods thee Thievish and clamorous think twas Solomon thou Titmouse warbler whip might clip window-and wintry WOODLARK Woodpecker woods or cages wrangle Wren X X X X X X X X XX XX X XX X XX XX XX XXXX ㄨˋ
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