Pretty Lessons in Verse for Good Children; with Some Lessons in Latin, in Easy Rhyme. By Sara Coleridge. The Fourth Edition, with Many Cuts |
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THE GOLDFINCH, or THISTLEFINCH. |
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THE GOLDFINCH, or THISTLEFINCH.
No wonder the Goldfinch is airy and light,
On thistledown feasted from morning to night;
The seedlings of flow'rets have wings of their own,
Gay Goldfinch can catch them before they are flown.
On thistledown feasted from morning to night;
The seedlings of flow'rets have wings of their own,
Gay Goldfinch can catch them before they are flown.
The Goldfinch's bonnet is greatly admired,
In yellow and scarlet he's richly attired;
Well may he be fine, for he lives upon seeds
Of bright colour'd blossoms and flourishing weeds.
In yellow and scarlet he's richly attired;
Well may he be fine, for he lives upon seeds
Of bright colour'd blossoms and flourishing weeds.
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The song of the Goldfinch is mellow and clear,
He seems to be happy—he sings to his dear;
No wonder he chants with such glee at all hours,
He's fed on the fruitage of gay summer flow'rs.
He seems to be happy—he sings to his dear;
No wonder he chants with such glee at all hours,
He's fed on the fruitage of gay summer flow'rs.
Behold the snug nest which his offspring receives,
O'ertopped by the woodbine and sweet-scented leaves.
Of moss, and gay lichen, and wool, intertwined,
With down of the coltsfoot and willow-tufts lined.
O'ertopped by the woodbine and sweet-scented leaves.
Of moss, and gay lichen, and wool, intertwined,
With down of the coltsfoot and willow-tufts lined.
And well may the eggs be so fair to the sight,
Produced by a helpmate so graceful and bright;
No wonder the birdies soon break from the cell,
In such a warm nursery cherish'd so well.
Produced by a helpmate so graceful and bright;
No wonder the birdies soon break from the cell,
In such a warm nursery cherish'd so well.
Now Goldfinch must cast off his beautiful plumes;
The bow'r and the meadow are stripp'd of their blooms;
Those beauties sweet summer again will unfold,
And he, too, will glisten in velvet and gold.
The bow'r and the meadow are stripp'd of their blooms;
Those beauties sweet summer again will unfold,
And he, too, will glisten in velvet and gold.
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