Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE ROBIN, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: The ox is all as happy, in his stall Last Line: And with a poet's fear when twigs are lim'd. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Robins | ||||||||
The ox is all as happy in his stall As when he lowed i' the Summer's yellow eve, Browsing the king-cup slopes; but no reprieve Is left for thee, save thy sweet madrigal, Poor Robin! and severer days will fall. Bethink thee well of all yon frosted sward, The orchard-path so desolate and hard, And meadow-runnels, with no voice at all! Then feed with me, poor warbler, household bird, And glad me with thy song so sadly timed, And be on thankful ears thy lay conferr'd; So, till her latest rhyme my muse hath rhymed, Thy voice shall with a pleasant thrill be heard, And with a poet's fear when twigs are lim'd. | 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 HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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