Written Under An Elegant Drawing Of A Dead Canary Bird,
By Miss A.M. TURNER, Daughter of the Eminent Engraver. Death to the very life! not the closed eye, Not those small paralytic limbs alone, But every feather tells so mournfully Thy fate, and that thy little life has flown. Manhood forbids that I should weep, and yet Sadness comes o'er my spirit, and I stand Gazing intensely, and with mute regret, Turn from the wonder of the artist's hand. Exquisite artist! could I praise thee more Than by the silent admiration? no! And now I try to praise I must deplore How feeble is the verse that tells thee so; But thou art gaining for thyself a fame Worthy thyself, thy sex, and thy dear father's name!
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"By Miss A.M. TURNER, Daughter of the Eminent Engraver...."
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