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• “’T is the last rose of summer”

  From “Irish Melodies”
  ’T IS the last rose of summer,
  Left blooming alone; …

  Thomas Moore

• The Sea-Poppy

  A Poppy grows upon the shore
  Bursts her twin cup in summer late:
  Her leaves are glaucous green and hoar, …

  Robert Bridges

• Goldenrod

  When the wayside tangles blaze
  In the low September sun,
  When the flowers of Summer days …

  Elaine Goodale Eastman

• The First Blue-Bird

  Jest rain and snow! and rain again!
  And dribble! drip! and blow!
  Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then— …

  James Whitcomb Riley

• Birds

  From “The Pelican Island”
  —BIRDS, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean,
  Their forms all symmetry, their motions grace; …

  James Montgomery

• “Hark, hark! the lark”

  From “Cymbeline,” Act II. Sc. 3.
  HARK, hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,
  And Phœbus ’gins arise, …

  William Shakespeare

• The Lark Ascending

  He rises and begins to round,
  He drops the silver chain of sound
  Of many links without a break, …

  George Meredith

• To the Skylark

  Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!
  Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound
  Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye …

  William Wordsworth

• The Skylark

  BIRD of the wilderness,
  Blithesome and cumberless,
  Sweet be thy matin o’er moorland and lea! …

  James Hogg

• To the Nightingale

  O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray
  Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still,
  Thou with fresh hopes the lover’s heart dost fill, …

  John Milton

• The Nightingale’s Song

  From “Music’s Duel”
  NOW westward Sol had spent the richest beams
  Of noon’s high glory, when, hard by the streams …

  Richard Crashaw

• Philomena

  Hark! ah, the nightingale!
  The tawny-throated!
  Hark! from that moonlit cedar what a burst! …

  Matthew Arnold

• Unmusical Birds

  From “The Task,” Book I.
  TEN thousand warblers cheer the day, and one
  The livelong night: nor these alone, whose notes …

  William Cowper

• Robert of Lincoln

  Merrily swinging on brier and weed,
  Near to the nest of his little dame,
  Over the mountain-side or mead, …

  William Cullen Bryant

• The O’Lincoln Family

  A Flock of merry singing-birds were sporting in the grove:
  Some were warbling cheerily, and some were making love:
  There were Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winter seeble, Conquedle,— …

  Wilson Flagg

• To the Lapland Longspur

  I.
  oh, thou northland bobolink,
  Looking over Summer’s brink …

  John Burroughs

• The Blackbird

  O Blackbird! sing me something well:
  While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
  I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• The Eagle

  A Fragment
  HE clasps the crag with hookèd hands;
  Close to the sun in lonely lands, …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• The Owl

  In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower,
  The spectral owl doth dwell;
  Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, …

  Bryan Waller Procter

• The Dying Swan

  I.
  the Plain was grassy, wild and bare,
  Wide, wild and open to the air, …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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