Poor Housekeeping (Hattie Howard Poems)
If there is one gift that I prize above others, That tinges with brightness whatever I do, And gives to the sombre ...
If there is one gift that I prize above others, That tinges with brightness whatever I do, And gives to the sombre ...
When yo see a chap covered wi' rags, An hardly a shoe to his fooit,Gooin sleawshin along ovver th' flags, Wi' a ...
When Miriam Tazewell heard the tempest burstingAnd his wrathy whips across the sky drawn cracklingShe stuffed her ears for fright ...
Where are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing! You have ...
OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISERNow the bride must be instructed,Who will teach the Maid of Beauty,Who instruct the Rainbow-daughter?Osmotar, the wisdom-maiden,Kalew's fair ...
DEATH OF LEMMINKAINEN.Lemminkainen, much disheartened,Deeply thought and long considered,What to do, what course to follow,Whether best to leave the wild-mooseIn ...
"Soft April sunshine sweetens all the world, Yes, even the county-town with smells of spring; And life is busy where ...
Now sweetheart, I am thinking of you in a big city A dim blue pen in my hand, two packs ...
A ghost is roaming through the building,And shadows in the attic browse;Persistently intent on mischiefA goblin roams about the house.He ...
The tube lift mounts, sap ...
Old bamboos are about my house,And the floor of my house is untidy with old books.It is sweet to rest ...
Moments, months, years Shards of my life Frozen in amber Untidy segments Frayed edges, dead ends Lost years A blank ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
The tube lift mounts, sap in a stem, And blossoms its load, a black, untidy rose. The fountain of the ...
Whey are those tears in your eyes, my child? How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing! ...
He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes, That drab, untidy man; And though my clients I despise I do ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
O generation of the thoroughly smug and thoroughly uncomfortable, I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun, I have seen ...
In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn't anybody's joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes, His character was full ...
When my moustache curled, And my hair was black, And I wore tight trousers And a diamond stud, I was ...
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