The Wiccamical Chaplet a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford |
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TO A BOY, ROBBING A BIRD'S-NEST.
Stay, wanton Boy, thy savage arm,
Nor drag, unfeeling, from its nest
The chirping Young, and Egg yet warm,
Late by its feather'd Mother press'd.
Nor drag, unfeeling, from its nest
The chirping Young, and Egg yet warm,
Late by its feather'd Mother press'd.
How must that feather'd Mother grieve,
Returning from the clover field,
To view the blood wet every leaf,
Her young with tyrant fury kill'd!
Returning from the clover field,
To view the blood wet every leaf,
Her young with tyrant fury kill'd!
Think that e'en now thy Mother's eye
O'er hill and dale doth studious run,
If haply she from far may spy
The coming of her darling son.
O'er hill and dale doth studious run,
If haply she from far may spy
The coming of her darling son.
Then, if accustom'd to behold
Thy brow with smiles and beauty crown'd,
She sees Thee carried pale and cold,
Stabb'd thro' with many a ruffian wound,
Thy brow with smiles and beauty crown'd,
She sees Thee carried pale and cold,
Stabb'd thro' with many a ruffian wound,
Anguish her heart would inly wear,
Fear freeze, or boiling passion storm,
Or frantic Madness wildly tear;—
Think, Boy, of this, and stay thine arm!
Fear freeze, or boiling passion storm,
Or frantic Madness wildly tear;—
Think, Boy, of this, and stay thine arm!
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