Goldfinch (between 1810 and 1825)
“ We have but to make love to the lips we are near. ’Twere a shame, when flowers around us rise, To make light of the rest, if the rose is not there; And the world’s so rich in resplendent eyes, ’Twere a pity to limit one’s love to a pair. Love’s wing and the peacock’s are nearly alike, They are both of them bright, but they’re changeable too; And wherever a new beam of beauty can strike, It will tincture love's plume with a different hue. ”
Goldfinch (between 1810 and 1825)
“ So pensive was Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen, My Kathleen, O. Cold was the night-breeze that sigh'd round her bower; It ehill’d my poor Kathleen, she droop’d from that hour, And I lost my poor Kathleen, my own little Kathleen, My Kathleen, O. The bird of all birds that I love the best, Is the Robin that in the churchyard builds her nest, For she seems to watch Kathleen, hops lightly on Kathleen, My Kathleen, O. This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
