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 ...
WELL, having stoop'd to conquer with success,And gain'd a husband without aid from dress,Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wish ...
Resolve Me, Cloe, what is This:Or forfeit me One precious Kiss.'Tis the first Off-spring of the Graces;Bears diff'rent Forms in ...
1.All gentle folks who owe a grudgeTo any living thingOpen your ears and stay your tudgeWhilst I in dudgeon sing.2.The ...
A Grand attempt some Amazonian DamesContrive whereby to glorify their names,A Ruff for Boston Neck of mud and turfe,Reaching from ...
I would tell thee of Stella, how she made glad the hours,So oft calling mother with strewn wreaths and flowers,Blue ...
THE farm-house fire is dull and black,The trailing smoke rolls white and lowAlong the fields till by the woodIt banks ...
The windmill stands up like a flower on the hillWith its petals a-whirling—they seldom stay still—And its funny old voice ...
Hi, it's a funny world! This mornin' when I wokeI saw red robin on the fence, an' heard the words ...
She never nagged; she never said no word; But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could ...
I.In ev'ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,A narrow pass there is, with Houses low;Where ever and anon, the Stream ...
He's a terrible man, John Tod, John Tod,He's a terrible man, John Tod. He scolds in the ...
"The mill goes toiling slowly around With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kindly ...
Bill Jones, who goes to school with me,Is the saddest boy I ever see.He's just so 'fraid he runs awayWhen ...
A Grand attempt some Amazonian DamesContrive whereby to glorify their names,A Ruff for Boston Neck of mud and turfe,Reaching from ...
Do you know where the summer blooms all the year 'round,Where there never is rain on a pic-nic day?Where the ...
He tore the curtains yesterday, And scratched the paper on the wall;Ma's rubbers, too, have gone astray— She ...
The Lady Poverty was fair:But she has lost her looks of late,With change of times and change of air.Ah slattern, ...
THAT she may languish in her sumptuous flat,Ten thousand acres sweat with wool andwheat;That she may lunch, maids tend her ...
Shall gods be said to thump the cloudsWhen clouds are cursed by thunder,Be said to weep when weather howls?Shall rainbows ...
Of all the rides since the birth of time, Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius' Golden ...
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