Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROBIN REDBREAST, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: Robin on a leafless bough Last Line: Pretty robin redbreast, come. Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Robins | ||||||||
Robin on a leafless bough, Lord in Heaven, how he sings! Now cold Winter's cruel Wind Makes playmates of poor, dead things. How he sings for joy this morn! How his breast doth pant and glow! Look you how he stands and sings, Half-way up his legs in snow! If these crumbs of bread were pearls, And I had no bread at home, He should have them for that song; Pretty Robin Redbreast, Come. | 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 A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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