WITHIN the compass of a shady grove I long time saw a loving turtle fly, And lastly pitching by her gentle love, Sit kindly billing in his company: Till, hapless souls, a falcon, sharply bent, Flew towards the place where these kind wretches stood, And sev'ring them, a fatal accident, She from her mate flung speedy through the wood; And 'scaping from the hawk, a fowler set Close and with cunning underneath the shade, Entrapp'd the harmless creature in his net, And nothing moved with the plaint she made, Restrain'd her from the groves and deserts wide, Where, overgone with grief, poor bird, she died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILD ALONE: 6. BLOCK CITY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE AUTHOR'S PARTING ADDRESS TO THE MUSE by BERNARD BARTON URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE SECOND CANTO, OR FIRST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE SUMMER RAINSTORM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN I THINK I KNOW NO FINER THINGS THAN DOGS by HALLY CARRINGTON BRENT FRAGMENT OF OLDE STUFFE by JAMES A. BRILL THE PARTING OF LAUNCELOT AND GUENEVERE; A FRAGMENT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TO A YOUNG LADY WHO ASKED ME TO WRITE SOMETHING ORIGINAL FOR HER ALBUM by THOMAS CAMPBELL |