Granmamma And The Fairies (Menella Bute Smedley Poems)
In the pattern of the curtainsUpon Grandmamma's bed,You may see the parks where fairiesTheir nightly measures tread.The white parts are ...
In the pattern of the curtainsUpon Grandmamma's bed,You may see the parks where fairiesTheir nightly measures tread.The white parts are ...
As soon as Wolf began to feelThat he would like a decent meal,He went and knocked on Grandma's door.When Grandma ...
Inhabitants of Liverpool, List to the urgent call,Which summons you in crowds to-day, Within St. George's Hall.There earnest Women are convened, In purpose ...
Lord Lundy from his earliest yearsWas far too freely moved to Tears.For instance if his Mother said,"Lundy! It's time to ...
When George's Grandmamma was toldThat George had been as good as gold,She promised in the afternoonTo buy him an Immense ...
WHEN we went out with Grandmamma- Mamma said for a treat-Oh, dear, how stiff we had to walk As we went down ...
LITTLE Molly and Damon Are walking so far,For they're going to see Their kind Grandmamma.And they very well know, When they get there ...
When Grandmamma fell off the boat,And couldn't swim, and wouldn't float,Maria just sat by and smiled -I almost could have ...
(Suggested by a Picture by Mr. Romney)Under the elm a rustic seatWas merriest Susan's pet retreat To merry-make. This Relative of mine Was she seventy-and-nine When she died? By the canvas may be seen How she look'd at seventeen, As a Bride. Beneath a summer tree Her maiden reverie Has a charm; Her ringlets are in taste; What an arm! and what a waist For an arm! With her bridal-wreath, bouquet, Lace farthingale, and gay Falbala, — If Romney's touch be true, What a lucky dog were you, Grandpapa! Her lips are sweet as love; They are parting! Do they move? Are they dumb? Her eyes are blue, and beam Beseechingly, and seem To say, "Come!" What funny fancy slips From atween these cherry lips? Whisper me, Fair Sorceress in paint, What canon says I mayn't Marry thee! That good-for-nothing Time Has a confidence sublime! When I first Saw this Lady, in my youth, Her winters had, forsooth, Done their worst. Her locks, as white as snow, Once shamed the swarthy crow; By-and-by That fowl's avenging sprite Set his cruel foot for spite Near her eye. Her rounded form was lean, And her silk was bombazine: Well I wot With her needles would she sit, And for hours would she knit, — Would she not? Ah perishable clay! Her charms had dropt away One by one: But if she heaved a sigh With a burthen, it was, "Thy Will be done." In travail, as in tears, With the fardel of her years Overprest, In mercy she was borne Where the weary and the worn Are at rest. Oh if you now are there, And sweet as once you were, Grandmamma, This nether world agrees You'll all the better please Grandpapa.(Frederick Locker-Lampson)
One ugly trick has often spoil'd The sweetest and the best; Matilda, though a pleasant child, One ugly trick possess'd, ...
For me a dimness slowly creepsAround earth's fairest light,But heaven grows clearer to my view,And fairer to my sight.It may ...
The supper is over, the hearth is swept,And in the wood-fire's glowThe children cluster to hear a taleOf that time ...
In the best chamber of the house,Shut up in dim, uncertain light,There stood an antique chest of drawers,Of foreign wood, ...
For me a dimness slowly creepsAround earth's fairest light,But heaven grows clearer to my view,And fairer to my sight.It may ...
In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot—The cream in a pot on the shelf,Where everything always seemed peaceful and ...
I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
Who played with a Dangerous Toy, and suffered a Catastrophe of considerable Dimensions When George's Grandmamma was told That George ...
One ugly trick has often spoil'd The sweetest and the best; Matilda, though a pleasant child, One ugly trick possess'd, ...
TO her, for I must still regard her As feminine in her degree, Who has been my unkind bombarder Year ...
Alas! the people now do sigh and moan For the loss of Wm. Ewart Gladstone, Who was a very great ...
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