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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EVENING, by CHARLOTTE YOUNG First Line: How like a tender mother Last Line: Are as like as any twain. | |||
How like a tender mother, With loving thoughts beguiled, Fond Nature seems to lull to rest Each faint and weary child! Drawing the curtain tenderly, Affectionate and mild. Hark! to the gentle lullaby That through the trees is creeping,-- Those sleepy trees that nod their heads Ere the moon as yet comes peeping, Like a tender nurse, to see if all Her little ones are sleeping. One little fluttering bird, Like a child in a dream of pain, Has chirp'd and started up, Then nestled down again. Oh! a child and a bird, as they sink to rest, Are as like as any twain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH! EVER THUS DO SUN AND SHADE by CHARLOTTE YOUNG THE BIRD AND THE FOUNTAIN by CHARLOTTE YOUNG THE POOR MAN'S FLOWER by CHARLOTTE YOUNG THE WORLD'S COMPLAINT, SELECTION by CHARLOTTE YOUNG THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH THANKSGIVING DAY by LYDIA MARIA CHILD A DIALOGUE ANTHEM by GEORGE HERBERT SONNET: 22. TO THE SAME [CYRIACK SKINNER] by JOHN MILTON CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE |
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