A Rainy Day (Hattie Howard Poems)
Oh, what a blessed interval A rainy day may be! No lightning flash nor tempest roar, But one incessant, steady pour Of dripping melody; When ...
Oh, what a blessed interval A rainy day may be! No lightning flash nor tempest roar, But one incessant, steady pour Of dripping melody; When ...
Now range up the carriages, feed up the fires!To the rail, to the rail, now the pent up desiresOf the ...
In olden time--in great Eliza's age,When rare Ben Jonson ruled the humorous stage,No play without its Prologue might appearTo earn ...
If we have lived another year And, counting friends by regiments Who share our love and confidence, Find no more broken ranks, For this ...
The oars fell from our hands. We climbed the darkSlopes of kelp to the stairway up the rock.Scott went first, ...
The preacher quoted, and the cranksAmong his congregation smiled,'How sharper than a serpent's thanksIt is to have a toothless child.'He ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
This is what Bob Cruikshanks said,With a doubtful shake of the head, And an oily hand that began to feelRound ...
I LIV'D in an old house, you ne'er saw one older, The wind whistled loud when the winter set in; ...
THE wraiths of murdered hopes and loves Come whispering at the door, Come creeping through the weeping mist That drapes ...
I rode across a valley rangeI hadn't seen for years.The trail was all so spoilt and strangeIt nearly fetched the ...
If couples mated but for love; If women all were perfect cooks; If Hoosier authors wrote no books; ...
You are sleepin' in your hot roll when some body kicks your tarp.When you roll out of your blankets why ...
WHO seeks the shore where dreams outpour Their floods in Slumber Seas Lives all night long within a song ...
There are the Alps. What is there to say about them?They don't make sense. Fatal glaciers, crags cranks climb,jumbled boulder ...
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three, My life collection of rare postage stamps; My room is cold and ...
I have no brief for gambling, nay The notion I express That money earned 's the only way To pay ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
But, lo! from forth a copse that neighbours by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young, and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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