Maxioms by William Cullen Bryant
Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly painted on read more
Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.
Modest and shy as a nun is she;
One weak chirp is her only note;
Braggarts and read more
Modest and shy as a nun is she;
One weak chirp is her only note;
Braggarts and prince of braggarts is he,
Pouring boasts from his little throat.
