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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULLFINCH, by WILLIAM COWPER Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ye nymphs! If e'er your eyes were red Last Line: The cruel death be died. Subject(s): Bullfinches | |||
YE nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red With tears o'er hapless favourites shed, O share maria's grief! Her favourite, even in his cage, (What will not hunger's cruel rage?) Assassined by a thief. Where Rhenus strays his vines among, The egg was laid from which he sprung, And though by nature mute, Or only with a whistle blest, Well-taught, he all the sounds expressed Of flageolet or flute. The honours of his ebon poll Were brighter than the sleekest mole; His bosom of the hue With which Aurora decks the skies, When piping winds shall soon arise To sweep up all the dew. Above, below, in all the house, Dire foe, alike to bird and mouse, No cat had leave to dwell; And Bully's cage supported stood, On props of smoothest-shaven wood, Large-built and latticed well. Well-latticed--but the grate, alas! Not rough with wire of steel or brass, For Bully's plumage sake, But smooth with wands from Ouse's side, With which, when neatly peeled and dried, The swains their baskets make. Night veiled the pole--all seemed secure-- When led by instinct sharp and sure, Subsistence to provide, A beast forth sallied on the scout, Long-backed, long-tailed, with whiskered snout, And badger-coloured hide. He, entering at the study-door, Its ample area 'gan explore; And something in the wind Conjectured, snifting round and round, Better than all the books he found, Food, chiefly, for the mind. Just then, by adverse fate impressed A dream disturbed poor Bully rest; In sleep he seemed to view A rat, fast-clinging to the cage, And, screaming at the sad presage, Awoke and found it true. For, aided both by ear and scend, Right to his mark the monster went-- Ah, Muse! forbear to speak Minute the horrors that ensued; His teeth were strong, the cage was wood-- He left poor Bully's beak. He left it--but he should have ta'er That beak, whence issued many a strain Of such mellifluous tone. Might have repaid him well, I wote, For silencing so sweet a throat, Fast set within his own. Maia weeps--The Muses mourn-- So, when by Bacchanalians torn, On Thracian hebrus' side The tree-enchanter Orpheus fell; His head alone remained to tell The cruel death be died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEAUTY AND THE BIRD by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A COMPARISON by WILLIAM COWPER A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER BOADICEA; AN ODE by WILLIAM COWPER EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER OLNEY HYMNS: 1. WALKING WITH GOD by WILLIAM COWPER OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER OLNEY HYMNS: 35. LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS by WILLIAM COWPER OLNEY HYMNS: 49. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING by WILLIAM COWPER |
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