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Identifier: cu31924000167100 (find matches)
Title: A year with the birds
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Ball, Alice Eliza, 1867- Horsfall, R. Bruce (Robert Bruce), 1869-1948. illus
Subjects: Birds Birds
Publisher: New York City, Gibbs & Van Vleck
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
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h work, and silent with care,Off is his holiday garment laid,Half forgotten that merry air:Bob-o-link, bob-o-link,Spink, spank, spink;Nobody knows but my mate and IWhere our nest and our nestlings lie.Chee, chee, chee. Summer wanes; the children are grown; Fun and frolic no more he knows;Robert of Lincolns a humdrum crone;Off he flies, and we sing as he goes:Bob-o-link, bob-o-link,Spink, spank, spink;When you can pipe that merry old strain,Robert of Lincoln, come back again.Chee, chee, chee. William Cullen Bryant *NoTE.—Reprinted by permission of D. Appleton & Co. Copyright,1903. 147 The Goldfinch This child of Apollo has wings of night,But a nature as glad as the suns rays bright. His musical voice is heard at his play,As he merrily dances his days away. He worships the Muse, Terpsichore;And he sings, as he leaps, fee,^ >ee,« A. E. B. *NoTE.—Call given thus in Mr. Frank Chapmans Birds of EasternNorth America. Used by permission of D. Appleton & Co. Copyright,1903. 148
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GOLDFINCH The Goldfinch Sometimes goldfinches one by one will dropFrom low-hung branches; little space they stopAnd sip and twitter, and their feathers sleek,Then off at once, as in a wanton freak;Or perhaps to show their black and golden wings.Pausing upon their yellow flutterings. Keats 149 The Yellow Warbler 0, che-che-che-che-che-a-wee? In treetops winging rapidly, The Summer Yellow-Bird youll see. He wears no tiny cap of black; His wings and tail are green. Hes back In blossom-time when insects breed; He cannot live on hardy seed Like merry Goldfinch. Shy is he; And sweetly from the apple-tree, Siags: Che - che - che - che - che - a-wee? A. E. B. 150

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