“A robin redbreast in a cage / Puts all heaven in a rage,” wrote William Blake.
Nevertheless the tears were many and bitter which Jacinth shed when the last night of their stay at robin redbreast came.
But she did not understand the peculiar architecture of robin redbreast.
Good morning, robin redbreast; and where mayest thou be going so early on this cold winter's day?
It was only,' and her voice faltered a little, 'the associations with robin redbreast.
There on a branch of the maple tree was robin redbreast singing merrily.
The robin redbreast is a prime favourite in English cottage homes.
It is rather the robin redbreast which revolts against being expected to sit behind bars and sing like a mechanical toy.
The cock or the robin redbreast warns her in vain, and she is swallowed.
And as she was walking down the burnside she saw a little robin redbreast hopping up and down on the branches of a briar bush.