Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ROBIN, by GEORGE DANIEL Poet's Biography First Line: Poor bird! I do not envy thee Last Line: What I would speak. Subject(s): Robins | ||||||||
Poor bird! I doe not envy thee; Pleas'd in the gentle Melody Of thy own Song. Let crabbed winter Silence all The winged Quire; he never shall Chain up thy Tongue: Poor Innocent! When I would please my self, I look on thee; And guess some sparks of that Felicitie, That Self-Content. When the bleak Face of winter Spreads The Earth, and violates the Meads Of all their Pride; When Sapless Trees and Flowers are fled, Back to their Causes, and lie dead To all beside: I see thee Set, Bidding defiance to the bitter Air, Upon a wither'd Spray; by cold made bare, And drooping yet. There, full in notes, to ravish all My Earth, I wonder what to call My dullness; when I hear thee, pretty Creature, bring Thy better odes of Praise, and Sing, To puzzle men: Poor pious Elf! I am instructed by thy harmony, To sing the Time's uncertainty, Safe in my Self. Poore Redbreast, carol out thy Lay, And teach us mortalls what to say. Here cease the Quire Of ayerie Choristers; no more Mingle your notes; but catch a Store From her Sweet Lire; You are but weak, Mere summer Chanters; you have neither wing Nor voice, in winter. Pretty Redbreast, Sing, What I would speak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROBIN IN JANUARY by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING OWL AGAINST ROBIN by SIDNEY LANIER HUMAN, AVIAN, VEGETABLE, BLOOD by KENNETH REXROTH THE BROWN VEST by BARBARA GUEST A ROBIN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ROBIN REDBREAST by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE ROBIN REDBREAST by STANLEY JASSPON KUNITZ GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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