A Little Boys Ideas (John Joy Bell Poems)
. 1 GRANDMAMAMy Grandmama was cross to-dayAnd really rather rude:She would not let me out to playUntil I took my food.'Twas horrid ...
. 1 GRANDMAMAMy Grandmama was cross to-dayAnd really rather rude:She would not let me out to playUntil I took my food.'Twas horrid ...
Our home used to be in a hut in the dear old Camp, with lots of bands and trumpets and ...
Fairies can hide anywhere,Up and down, and in and out,'Neath the cushion of a chair,In a teapot's empty spout;They can ...
In the pattern of the curtainsUpon Grandmamma's bed,You may see the parks where fairiesTheir nightly measures tread.The white parts are ...
How well do I remember Of a burial in the snow,On a winter's evening Some fifteen years ago;The ground was covered over With ...
While the thistle bearsSpears,And the shamrock is green,And the English roseBlows,A health to the Queen!A health to the Queen, a ...
When red-nosed Winter takes the road,An icicle his walking-stick,When frost is on the woodman's load,And snow is falling fast and ...
Lord Lundy from his earliest yearsWas far too freely moved to Tears.For instance if his Mother said,"Lundy! It's time to ...
She was a beauty in the daysWhen Madison was President;And quite coquettish in her ways-On cardiac conquests much intent.Grandpapa, on ...
Said a simpering Butterfly, sipping a rose,To a graceless Mosquito on grandpapa's nose,Whom she hoped to entrap,"Pray come, Sir, and ...
(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)
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean And so she thought she'd soak 'em in ...
"Sow your wild oats in your youth," so we're always told; But I say with deeper sooth: "Sow them when ...
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