Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET ON HEARING A THRUSH SING IN JANUARY, by ROBERT BURNS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough Last Line: The mite high heav'n bestow'd, that mite with thee I'll share. Subject(s): Birds; Thrushes | ||||||||
Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign, At thy blythe carol, clears his furrowed brow. So in lone Poverty's dominion drear, Sits meek Content with light, unanxious heart; Welcomes the rapid moments, bids them part, Nor asks if they bring ought to hope or fear. I thank thee, Author of this opening day! Thou whose bright sun now gilds yon orient skies! Riches denied, thy boon was purer joys -- What wealth could never give nor take away! Yet come, thou child of poverty and care, The mite high heav'n bestow'd, that mite with thee I'll share. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECOND BOOK OF ODES: 1. by BASIL BUNTING THE THRUSH'S NEST by JOHN CLARE THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY WHAT THE THRUSH SAID by JOHN KEATS THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM SONGS OUT OF SORROW: WOOD SONG by SARA TEASDALE THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS A MIGRANT THRUSH by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT THE MUSIC-LESSON by MATHILDE BLIND A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS |
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