<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Robins - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[The Redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky,  In joyless fields and thorny thickets ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54342]]></link><description><![CDATA[The Redbreast, sacred to the household gods, Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky,  In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves   His shivering mates, and pays to trusted Man    His annual visit.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54342</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Call for the robin-red-breast, and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover,  And with leaves and flowers do ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54343]]></link><description><![CDATA[Call for the robin-red-breast, and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover,  And with leaves and flowers do cover   The friendless bodies of unburied men.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54343</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,  And humbler growths ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54344]]></link><description><![CDATA[Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,  And humbler growths as moved with one desire   Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,    Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay     With his red stalks upon this sunny day!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54344</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, The pious bird with the scarlet breast,  Our little English Robin; ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54345]]></link><description><![CDATA[Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, The pious bird with the scarlet breast,  Our little English Robin;   The bird that comes about our doors    When autumn winds are sobbing?]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54345</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my easement sing,  Though it should prove a farewell lay   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54346]]></link><description><![CDATA[Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my easement sing,  Though it should prove a farewell lay   And this our parting spring.    . . . .     Then, little Bird, this boon confer,      Come, and my requiem sing,       Nor fail to be the harbinger        Of everlasting spring.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54346</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[On fair Britania's isle, bright bird, A legend strange is told of thee,--  'Tis said thy blithesome song was ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54340]]></link><description><![CDATA[On fair Britania's isle, bright bird, A legend strange is told of thee,--  'Tis said thy blithesome song was hushed   While Christ toiled up Mount Calvary,    Bowed 'neath the sins of all mankind;     And humbled to the very dust      By the vile cross, while viler men       Mocked with a crown of thorns the Just.        Pierced by our sorrows, and weighed down         By our transgressions,--faint and weak,          Crushed by an angry Judge's frown,           And agonies no word can speak,--            'Twas then, dear bird, the legend says             That thou, from out His crown, didst tear              The thorns, to lighten the distress               And ease the pain that he must bear,                While pendant from thy tiny beak                 The gory points thy bosom pressed,                  And crimsoned with thy Saviour's blood                   The sober brownness of thy breast!                    Since which proud hour for thee and thine.                     As an especial sign of grace                      God pours like sacramental wine                       Red signs of favor o'er thy race!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54340</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms like a malcontent, to ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54341]]></link><description><![CDATA[Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms like a malcontent, to relish a love-song like a robin-redbreast, to walk alone like one that had the pestilence, to sigh like a schoolboy that had lost his A B C, to weep like a young wench that had buried her grandam, to fast like one that takes diet, to watch like one that fears robbing, to speak puling like a beggar at Hallowmas.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54341</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid,  With hoary moss, and gathered flowers,  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54338]]></link><description><![CDATA[The redbreast oft, at evening hours, Shall kindly lend his little aid,  With hoary moss, and gathered flowers,   To deck the ground where thou art laid.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54338</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Bearing His cross, while Christ passed forth forlorn, His God-like forehead by the mock crown torn,  A little bird ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54339]]></link><description><![CDATA[Bearing His cross, while Christ passed forth forlorn, His God-like forehead by the mock crown torn,  A little bird took from that crown one thorn.   To soothe the dear Redeemer's throbbing head,    That bird did what she could; His blood, 'tis said,     Down dropping, dyed her tender bosom red.      Since then no wanton boy disturbs her nest;       Weasel nor wild cat will her young molest;        All sacred deem the bird of ruddy breast.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/54339</guid></item></channel></rss>