Feathered Favourites: Twelve Coloured Pictures of British Birds
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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afar apricot BARRY CORNWALL beneath bird BLACKCAP bold bower brood canst thou squeeze clime clouds crown of jet Cuckoo's melody preferred dark dost thou dwell DYING SWAN Eagle F. W. FABER fair befal thee feathered fellow flight floating flowers fluttering fond gay Fauvette give me that!—I GRAHAME grove hail Halcyon hast thou hath hawthorn's budding boughs hear heard heart Heaven hollow HOUSE-SPARROW JOHN CLARE leave little Sparrow Little warbler little woodland dwarf lone lours MARY HOWITT mate merry mid the hawthorn's MONTGOMERY morning moss mountain Neath nest o'er peace pinions plumage plume quit that wall reeds river rock roof scream shower sing song and crown soul Sparrow spring strain summer sunny SWALLOW SWAN sweet thine Thy coming Titmouse tree twitter voice walks I've rarely warble WATER-WAGTAIL weary WILD DUCK wind wintry wondrous wood WOODLARK Woodpecker green
50 ページ - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
55 ページ - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
32 ページ - I KNEW, by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the green elms, that a cottage was near, And I said, " If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here...
55 ページ - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
44 ページ - THE plain was grassy, wild and bare, Wide, wild, and open to the air, Which had built up everywhere An under-roof of doleful gray. With an inner voice the river ran, Adown it floated a dying swan, And loudly did lament. It was the middle of the day. Ever the weary wind went on, And took the reed -tops as it went. n. Some blue peaks in the distance rose, And white against the cold-white sky, Shone out their crowning snows.
21 ページ - THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding, and beneath The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath of May. The welcome guest of settled spring...
49 ページ - Lay'st thou thus thy drooping head ? Thou, that hold'st the blast in scorn, Thou, that wear'st the wings of morn ! Eagle ! wilt thou not arise ? Look upon thine own bright skies ! Lift thy glance ! the fiery sun There his pride of place has won, THE EAGLE.
50 ページ - Western main, The royal bird his lonely kingdom forms Amidst the gathering clouds and sullen storms ; Through the wide waste of air he darts his sight, And holds his sounding pinions poised for flight ; With cruel eye premeditates the war, And marks his destined victim from afar : Descending in a whirlwind to the ground, His pinions like the rush of waters sound ; The fairest of the fold he bears away, And to his nest compels the struggling prey ; He scorns the game by meaner hunters tore, And dips...