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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...SOHRAB AND RUSTUM by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO THE RIVER CHARLES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LOFT AT NIGHT by VIRGINIA ABEL ON SEEING BLENHEIM CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN AMBITION AND CONTENT; A FABLE by MARK AKENSIDE MISTRESS FATE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |
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