Valentine Verses or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold |
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A HAWK IN THE AIR. |
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A HAWK IN THE AIR.
How justly the treacherous man might compare
With the subject before us; a Hawk in the air.
Hast thou seen one? O often in youth's artless day,
Have I noted his progress; hast thou, Sir, pray say?
Aloft on his pinions he whirls his dread flight,
With an eye ever watchful, rapacious of sight;
Whilst his talons are ready to pounce on his prey
And his wings are extended to bear her away.
O see, how he hovers, and sweeps o'er yon plain,
With his victim in view! Ah, my heart has felt pain!
To the dark dismal forest, he bears his poor bird,
And the note of complaint, like her song, is unheard.
With the subject before us; a Hawk in the air.
Hast thou seen one? O often in youth's artless day,
Have I noted his progress; hast thou, Sir, pray say?
Aloft on his pinions he whirls his dread flight,
With an eye ever watchful, rapacious of sight;
Whilst his talons are ready to pounce on his prey
And his wings are extended to bear her away.
O see, how he hovers, and sweeps o'er yon plain,
With his victim in view! Ah, my heart has felt pain!
To the dark dismal forest, he bears his poor bird,
And the note of complaint, like her song, is unheard.
Who resembles the Hawk? not the tipstaff, O no!
Nor the far fam'd John Doe, with his friend Richard Roe;
These are enemies often to Hawks of the day,
Who hover around for their innocent prey:—
But the man without feeling, I justly compare
With the picture before us—A Hawk in the air.
Nor the far fam'd John Doe, with his friend Richard Roe;
These are enemies often to Hawks of the day,
Who hover around for their innocent prey:—
But the man without feeling, I justly compare
With the picture before us—A Hawk in the air.
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