The Sermon in the Stocking (Anonymous Americas Poems)
The supper is over, the hearth is swept,And in the wood-fire's glowThe children cluster to hear a taleOf that time ...
The supper is over, the hearth is swept,And in the wood-fire's glowThe children cluster to hear a taleOf that time ...
LONG months, aye years, of dreary dearthHave scathed the beauty of the earth;No humblest weed, no blade of green,For miles ...
I pity the slave mother, careworn and weary,Who sighs as she presses her babe to her breast;I lament her sad ...
Mother! Mother! The startled cry of childish fright Rang through the silence of the night, As but the mother's fond ...
Let me make the songs for the people, Songs for the old and young; Songs to stir like a battle-cry ...
SING me, thou Singer, a song of gold! Said a careworn man to me: So I sang of the ...
I saw Time in his workshop carving faces; Scattered around his tools lay, blunting griefs, Sharp cares that cut out ...
Clouds drifting the whole day;a traveler traveling who never arrives.Three nights you have been in my dreams;as your friend, I ...
Here in the crowded city's busy street, Swayed by the eager, jostling, hasting throng, Where Traffic's voice grows harsher and ...
Oh earth, oh dewy mother, breathe on usSomething of all thy beauty and thy might,Us that are part of day, ...
Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at ...
I Never a careworn wife but shows, If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those Patient to peruse her, ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light ...
To Thushari Williams Dear Thushie, the six months you spent with us Will never be forgotten, the long days you ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
Before the florid portico I watched the gamblers come and go, While by me on a bench there sat A ...
Alas! noble Prince Leopold, he is dead! Who often has his lustre shed: Especially by singing for the benefit of ...
Pity the sorrows of the poor blind, For they can but little comfort find; As they walk along the street, ...
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