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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THISTLE-DOWN, by CLARA DOTY BATES First Line: Never a beak has my white bird Last Line: Is the thistle-down. Subject(s): Bords | |||
NEVER a beak has my white bird, Nor throat for song; But wings of silk by soft wind stirred Bear it along. With wings of silk and a heart of seed, Over field and town It sails, -- ah! quaint little bird indeed Is the thistle-down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAMILY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN TO AMERICA by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE MURMURINGS IN A FIELD HOSPITAL by CARL SANDBURG PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS THE RECRUITING SERGEANT; A MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT: AIR by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE |
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