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The Owl And The Sparrow by John Trumbull

By John Trumbull

Topics: sad-shayari, love-shayari, deep-lines

In elder days, in Saturn's prime, Ere baldness seized the head of Time, While truant Jove, in infant pride, Play'd barefoot on Olympus' side, Each thing on earth had power to chatter, And spoke the mother tongue of nature. Each stock or stone could prate and gabble, Worse than ten labourers of Babel. Along the street, perhaps you'd see A Post disputing with a Tree, And mid their arguments of weight, A Goose sit umpire of debate.

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"The Owl And The Sparrow" by John Trumbull is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and romantic english poem consisting of 152 lines. This English poem by John Trumbull demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "In elder days, in Saturn's prime, Ere baldness seized the head of Time,...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. John Trumbull's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About John Trumbull

John Trumbull is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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