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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
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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Come to me! Oh, be free! Come to me! We heed thy call, 0 bird of the wood, As swift as our feet can flyTo the forest dim, holding infinite good For the soul and the ear and the eye. Thou art worthy to dwell in such sacred spot.Bird brown as the last years leaves. With thy lustrous eyes and thy soft, flecked breast,And a song that enchantment weaves. Is thy hymn of praise to the God of the Spring? And dost thou, too, receiveA strength renewed from the Giver of Life? Our reverent hearts so believe. A. E. B. 118
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WOOD THRUSH At evenLike liquid pearls fresh showered from heaven,The high notes of the lone wood-thrushFall on the forests holy hush. John Townsend Trowbridge At the bent sprays edge,-Thats the wise thrush. Browning This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure,Ere the high treetop she clung to, Fit for her nest and her treasure. Oh, what a hope beyond measureWas the poor sprays, which the flying feet hung to-So to be singled out, built in, and sung to! Browning: From Misconceptions 119 The Brown Thrasher He sings each song twice over,Lest you should think he never could recaptureThat first fine careless rapture! Browning Darting about in the thickets, His red-brown coat to veil,Foraging there amongst dead leaves. Thrashing his long brown tail;Perching aloft in the treetops. Where all may hear and see,Carols the bright Brown Thrasher, Long and melodiously. Listen, 0 listen! hes saying; Glisten, 0 glisten, you Brook!The sweet warm showers have beguiled the flowers;

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