‘Pen” – 60th Birthday (Emily Mary Barton Poems)
FROM youth to age, in calm and storm, in fine and cloudy weather,My harmless little pen and I have safely ...
FROM youth to age, in calm and storm, in fine and cloudy weather,My harmless little pen and I have safely ...
The cottage was a thatch'd one,The outside old and mean,Yet everything within that cotWas wondrous neat and clean.The night was ...
There never comes a lonely day but that we miss the laughing waysOf those who used to walk with us ...
I.Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote usAs mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by;To the ...
A thousand doors agowhen I was a lonely kidin a big house with fourgarages and it was summeras long as ...
425Good Morning - Midnight -I'm coming Home -Day - got tired of Me -How could I - of Him?Sunshine was ...
Since thou wouldst needs,Bewitched with some ill charms,Be buried in those monumental arms,All we can wish is, may that earth ...
Panic in your face, you write questions to ask him. When he arrives, you are serene, your fear unbetrayed. How ...
Good Morning -- Midnight -- I'm coming Home -- Day -- got tired of Me -- How could I -- ...
Some say goodnight -- at night -- I say goodnight by day -- Good-bye -- the Going utter me -- ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; ...
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
I. Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone ...
A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was ...
WHEN mine hour is come Let no teardrop fall And no darkness hover Round me where I lie. Let the ...
We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her ...
Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing, then something else, walk slowly ...
My Babbles has a nasty knack Of keeping monkeys on her back. A great big black one comes and swings ...
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