 | Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds |  |
THE FIGHTING BIRDS.
Two little birds, in search of food,
Flew o'er the fields and skimmed the flood,
At last a worm they spy:
But who should take the prize they strove,
Their quarrel sounded through the grove,
In notes both shrill and high.
Flew o'er the fields and skimmed the flood,
At last a worm they spy:
But who should take the prize they strove,
Their quarrel sounded through the grove,
In notes both shrill and high.
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Just then a hawk, whose piercing sight
Had mark'd his prey and watch'd their fight,
With certain aim descended,
And pouncing on their furious strife,
He stopped the discord with their life,
And so the war was ended.
Had mark'd his prey and watch'd their fight,
With certain aim descended,
And pouncing on their furious strife,
He stopped the discord with their life,
And so the war was ended.
Thus when at variance brothers live,
And frequent words of anger give,
With spite their bosoms rending,
Ere long with some, perchance, they meet,
Who take advantage of their heat,
Their course in sorrow ending.
And frequent words of anger give,
With spite their bosoms rending,
Ere long with some, perchance, they meet,
Who take advantage of their heat,
Their course in sorrow ending.
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