Richard Henry Stoddard (Ричард Генри Стоддард)

Birds

Birds are singing round my window,
Tunes the sweetest ever heard,
And I hang my cage there daily,
But I never catch a bird.

So with thoughts my brain is peopled,
And they sing there all day long:
But they will not fold their pinions
In the little cage of Song!

1. The Sledge at the Gate
2. To Edmund Clarence Stedman
3. The Grape Gatherer
4. Adsum
5. How are Songs Begot and Bred?

Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) Birds ("Many voices in the woodlands")

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