Holiday Home. (Hattie Howard Poems)
Of all the sweet visions that come unto me Of happy refreshment by land or by sea, Like oases where in life's ...
Of all the sweet visions that come unto me Of happy refreshment by land or by sea, Like oases where in life's ...
Such oranges! so fresh and sweet, So large and lovely--and so cheap! They lay in one delicious heap, And added to the sumptuous ...
The type of enterprise is he, Of sense and thrift and toil; Who reckons less on pedigree Than rich, productive soil; And no "blue ...
Nature, erewhile so marvelously lovely, is bereft Of her supernal charm; And with the few dead garlands of departed splendor left, Like crape ...
I. "Whom God hath joined"--ah, this sententious phrase A meaning deeper than the sea conveys, And of a sweet and solemn service tells With ...
Fresh from piano, school, and books, A happy girl with rosy looks Young Plowman wooed and won; despite Her pretty, pouting prejudice, Her deep ...
O sunny Sangamon! thy name to me, Soft-syllabled like some sweet melody, Familiar is since adolescent years As household phrases ringing in my ...
So soon he fell, the world will never know What possibilities within him lay, What hopes irradiated his young life, With high ambition ...
'Twas drawing near the holiday, When piety and pity met In whisp'ring council, and agreed That Christmas time, in homes of need, Should be ...
Midway upon the lawn it stands, So picturesque and pretty; Upreared by patient artist hands, Admired of all the city; The very arbor of ...
Fair summer home peninsula, Enriched by every breeze From fragrant islands, wafted far Across the sunny seas! A profile rare! a height of land Outlined ...
The melody of autumn Is the only tune I know, And I sing it over and over Because it thrills me so; It stirs ...
In sad procession borne away To sound of funeral knell, Affection's tribute thus we pay, And in earth's shelt'ring bosom lay The friend to ...
The days are long and lonely, The weary eve comes on, And the nights are filled with dreaming Of one beloved and gone. I ...
I've a friend beyond the ocean So regardful, so sincere, And he sends me in a letter Such a pretty souvenir. It is crushed ...
Let working-clothes be laid aside, And Industry in festal garb arrayed; Let busy brain and hand from toil and trade Relax at Christmas-tide. As ...
As one long struggling to be free, O suffering isle! we look to thee In sympathy and deep desire That thy fair borders ...
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