Alexander Pope on Birds
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“Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day!”
“Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.”
“See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.”
“So have I seen, in black and white, A prating thing, a magpie hight, Majestically stalk; A stately worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, All flutter, pride, and talk.”
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