Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STARLINGS, by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES Poet Analysis First Line: This time of year, when but the robin sings Last Line: With wicked music waste my sweetest pears? Alternate Author Name(s): Davies, W. H. Subject(s): Starlings | ||||||||
This time of year, when but the Robin sings, Shall I reproach those Starlings, chuckling near? What Spring-like green is in their feverish haste To pock the face of my half-ripened pear! When I remember my own wilful blood, The waste, the wildness of my early years Shall I not chuckle with those birds, when they With wicked music waste my sweetest pears? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST STARLINGS by STANLEY PLUMLY THE MANOEUVRE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A PLAGUE OF STARLINGS (FISK CAMPUS) by ROBERT EARL HAYDEN THE DEATH OF THE STARTLING by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE STARLING by FORD MADOX FORD STARLINGS ON THE ROOF by THOMAS HARDY THE STARLINGS by CHARLES KINGSLEY A CHILD'S SONG by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER THE STARLING; OR NEST-TALK AND FEAR-TALK by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER A BIRD'S ANGER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |
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