A year with the birds (1916) (14772108773)
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Identifier: cu31924000167100 (find matches)
Title: A year with the birds
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Ball, Alice Eliza, 1867- Horsfall, R. Bruce (Robert Bruce), 1869-1948. illus
Subjects: Birds Birds
Publisher: New York City, Gibbs & Van Vleck
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN
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INDIGO-BIRD The Baltimore Oriole andThe Orchard Oriole 186 The Baltimore Oriolew w h h e e w! w! A whistle clear As a silver flute sounds sweet; And a lively chatter falls on the ear, From the oriole, gay and fleet. A flash of flame from a swaying boughLeaps from the trees to the skies; Like a meteor swift, the fire-bird nowLeaves a glowing trail as he flies. This restless, eager, burning bird Never his light doth hide;Where his beauty is seen, or his song is heard, Joy on his wings doth ride. A. E. B. 186
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7! :pRf <t, hijRifAXt, BALTIMORE ORIOLE The Oriole Hush! tis he!My Oriole, my glance of summer fireIs come at last; * * * * Heave, ho! Heave, ho! he whistles * * * * Once more, now! and a flash Lightens across the sunlight to the elmWhere his mate dangles at her cup of felt. Lowell To An Oriole How falls it. Oriole, thou hast come to flyIn tropic splendor through our northern sky? At some glad moment was it Natures choiceTo dower a scrap of sunset with a voice? Or did an orange tulip, flaked with black,In some forgotten garden, ages back, Yearning toward Heaven until its wish was heard.Desire unspeakably to be a bird? Edgar Fawcett137 *The Orchard Oriole More modest in dress is this chestnut bird,With his glossy black shoulders and head, Than his flaming cousin in orange and jet;And gentler, too, is he bred. His beauty he hides amidst blossoming boughs. Or the leaves of the maple-tree;But his voice like a dryads in the wood, Makes a rich, deep rhapsody, A. E. B. *N0TE.—The upper