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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...A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITTLE MILLINER by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN A SPIRIT PASSED BEFORE ME by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN THE MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR BACCHUS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE PILLAR OF FAME by ROBERT HERRICK THE SEA GYPSY [OR GIPSY] by RICHARD HOVEY A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 1. HIS EXCUSE FOR LOVING by BEN JONSON |
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