<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy On A Young Thrush</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHICH ESCAPED FROM THE WRITER'S HAND, AND FAL-<br>LING DOWN THE AREA OF A HOUSE, COULD NOT<br>BE FOUND. <br>MISTAKEN Bird, ah whither hast thou stray'd?<br> My friendly grasp why eager to elude?<br>This hand was on thy pinion lightly laid,<br> And fear'd to hurt thee by a touch too rude.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there no foresight in a Thrush's breast,<br> That thou down yonder gulph from me wouldst go?<br>That gloomy area lurking cats infest,<br> And there the dog may rove, alike thy foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would with lavish crumbs my bird have fed,<br> And brought a crystal cup to wet thy bill;<br>I would have made of down and moss thy bed,<br> Soft, though not fashion'd with a Thrush's skill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon as thy strengthen'd wing could mount the sky,<br> My willing hand had set my captive free;<br>Ah, not for her who loves the Muse, to buy<br> A selfish pleasure, bought with pain to thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vital air, and liberty, and light<br> Had all been thine; and love, and rapt'rous song,<br>And sweet parental joys, in rapid flight,<br> Had led the circle of thy life along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Securely to my window hadst thou flown,<br> And ever thy accustom'd morsel found;<br>Nor should thy trusting breast the wants have known<br> Which other Thrushes knew when winter frown'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fram'd with the wisdom nature lent to thee,<br> Thy house of straw had brav'd the tempest's rage,<br>And thou through many a Spring hadst liv'd to see<br> The utmost limit of a Thrush's age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ill-fated bird!-and does the Thrush's race,<br> Like Man's, mistake the path that leads to bliss?<br>Or, when his eye that tranquil path can trace,<br> The good he well discerns through folly miss?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Helen+Maria+Williams">Helen Maria Williams</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=407929" data-title="Elegy On A Young Thrush de Helen Maria Williams" data-description="WHICH ESCAPED FROM THE WRITER'S HAND, AND FAL- LING DOWN THE AREA OF A HOUSE, COULD NOT BE FOUND. MISTAKEN Bird, ah whither hast thou stray'd? My friendly grasp why eager to elude? This hand was on thy pinion lightly laid, And fear'd to hurt th..."></div> </div> </div>

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