Famous Birdie Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Birdie poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous birdie poems. These examples illustrate what a famous birdie poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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73. Song—Farewell to Ballochmyle

by Robert Burns
 THE CATRINE woods were yellow seen,
 The flowers decay’d on Catrine lee,
Nae lav’rock sang on hillock green,
 But nature sicken’d on the e’e.
Thro’ faded groves Maria sang,
 Hersel’ in beauty’s bloom the while;
And aye the wild-wood ehoes rang,
 Fareweel the braes o’ Ballochmyle!


Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
 Again ye’ll flourish fresh and fair;
Ye birdies dumb, in with’ring...Read more of this...

Singing

by Robert Louis Stevenson
 Of speckled eggs the birdie sings 
And nests among the trees; 
The sailor sings of ropes and things 
In ships upon the seas. 

The children sing in far Japan, 
The children sing in Spain; 
The organ with the organ man 
Is singing in the rain....Read more of this...

A Little Bird

by Alexander Pushkin
 In alien lands I keep the body
Of ancient native rites and things:
I gladly free a little birdie
At celebration of the spring.

I'm now free for consolation,
And thankful to almighty Lord:
At least, to one of his creations
I've given freedom in this world!...Read more of this...

Poor Little Children

by Victor Hugo
 ("La femelle! elle est morte.") 
 
 {Bk. I. xiii., Jersey, February, 1853.} 


 Mother birdie stiff and cold, 
 Puss has hushed the other's singing; 
 Winds go whistling o'er the wold,— 
 Empty nest in sport a-flinging. 
 Poor little birdies! 
 
 Faithless shepherd strayed afar, 
 Playful dog the gadflies catching; 
 Wolves bound boldly...Read more of this...

Winfreda

by Eugene Field
 (A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE)

When to the dreary greenwood gloam
Winfreda's husband strode that day,
The fair Winfreda bode at home
To toil the weary time away;
"While thou art gone to hunt," said she,
"I'll brew a goodly sop for thee."

Lo, from a further, gloomy wood,
A hungry wolf all bristling hied
And on the cottage threshold stood
And saw the dame at work inside;
And,...Read more of this...

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