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This dog only crept and crept
Sharing in the shadow.
Up the wood-side hieing ;
Or a louder sighing.
Or a sigh came double ;
In a tender trouble.
Than such chamber-keeping,
Up against me leaping.
Render praise and favor:
E. B. Browning.
ON MY DOVE.
And I have thought it died of grieving;
With a silken thread of my own hands' weaving;
kiss'a you oft and gave you white peas; W hy not live sweetly, as in the green trees ?
INVITATION TO BIRDS. YE gentle warblers ! hither fly,
And shun the noontide heat,
My groves a safe retreat.
And weave the mossy nest;
At night here sweetly rest.
That trickles down the glade,
And revel in the shade.
Here shows his ruddy face,
In this sequestered place.
Secure the linnet sings;
To clog her painted wings.
Yon distant woods among, .
Thy sadly-pleasing song.
Domestic bird, to come
With one that loves his home.
Shall store of fruit preserve;
Come, feed without reserve.
To you these plums belong;
Graces. THE PARROT. The deep affections of the breast.,
That Heaven to living things imparts, Are not exclusively possessed
By human hearts.
A Parrot from the Spanish main,
Full young, and early caged, came o'er, With bright wings, to the bleak domain
Of Mulla's shore.
To spicy groves, where he had won
His plumage of resplendent hue, His native fruits, and skies, and sun,
He bade adieu.
For these he changed the smoke of turf,
A heathery land and misty sky, And turned on rocks and raging surf
His golden eye.
But, petted, in our climate cold
He lived and chatted many a day;
His wings grew grey.
He scolded, laughed, and spoke no more,
To Mulla's shore.
He hailed the bird in Spanish speech,
The bird in Spanish speech replied, Flapped round his cage with joyous screech, Dropt down, and died.
Campbell. THE CHAFFINCH'S NEST AT SEA.
In Scotland's realm, forlorn and bare,
The history chanced of late The history of a wedded pair,
A chaffinch and his mate.
The spring drew near, each felt a breast
With genial instinct filled; They paired, and would have built a nest,
But found not where to build.
The heaths uncovered, and the moors,
Except with snow and sleet,
Could yield them no retreat.
Long time a breeding-place they sought,
Till both grew vexed and tired ; At length a ship arriving brought
The good so long desired.
A ship! could such a restless thing
Afford them place of rest ?
The homeless birds a nest ?
Hush !-silent readers profit most
This racer of the sea
It served them with a tree,
But such a tree! 'twas shaven deal,
The tree they call a mast; And had a hollow with a wheel,
Through which the tackle passed.
Within that cavity, aloft,
Their roofless home they fixed; Formed with materials neat and soft,
Bents,* wool, and feathers mixed.
* Bents, a kind of creeping grass.
Four ivory eggs soon pave its floor,
With russet specks bedight :*
And lessens to the sight.
The mother-bird is gone to sea,
As she had changed her kind; But goes the male? Far wiser, he
Is doubtless left behind.
No:—soon as from the shore he saw
The winged mansion move, He flew to reach it, by a law
Of never-failing love;
Then perching at his consort's side,
Was briskly borne along;
And cheered her with a song.
The seaman, with sincere delight,
His feathered shipmate eyes ; Scarce less exulting in the sight
Than when he tows a prize.
For seamen much believe in signs
And from a chance só new,
And may his hopes be true !
Hail, birds ! who, rather than resign
Your matrimonial plan,
In company with man.
Be it your fortune, year by year,
The same resource to prove;
* Bedight, covered.
† Weighs, set sail.