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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...LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE |
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