Little Pat And The Parson (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
He stands at the door of the church peeping in,No troublesome beadle is near him;The preacher is talking of sinners ...
He stands at the door of the church peeping in,No troublesome beadle is near him;The preacher is talking of sinners ...
'TWAS on a happy Fourth of June, When fields and flowers bloom gay;A social, friendly circle met To celebrate the day.The blazing ...
We walk by the sea-shoreholding firmly in our handsthe two ends of an antique dialogue-do you love me?-I love youwith ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Little Goody Two-Shoes! Do you know about her? Well, I'm ready now to tell ...
Mesrob, standing against the Armenian centuries, You, rock of diamond, You, undiscoverable lighthouse of consciousness, Which sows flashes From the ...
Give me light, God irrefutable, Inexplicable architect of the universe, Creator of fate and recognition, Tempest of breath, central ability, ...
But a scant 2000 folk, no more, Sitting solemn-faced within the pews,While the parsons preach and outward pour, In divers ...
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens ...
Young friend, 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white ...
Oshagan's most sacred tomb, Land of genius, from where today, A magnificent history Of fifteen tempestuous centuries, Freely moves toward ...
His Honor walked into the shop -- For of shopping his Honor was fond.Did she blush? Did her eyes indicate ...
They Met in the Hall at a Charity Ball,Patronised by the pink of society,They were both in a state, I ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —I keep it, staying at Home —With a Bobolink for a Chorister —And ...
Seventy years ago my mother labored to bear me, A twelve-pound baby with a big head, Her first, it was ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a ...
We bore him to his boneyard lot One afternoon at three; The clergyman was on the spot To earn his ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
Though not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Vanderberg One ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November, Which the friends of the late Ex-Provost Rough ...
'Twas in the year of 1866, and on a very beautiful day, That eighty-two passengers, with spirits light and gay, ...
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