The Antiquarian (Hattie Howard Poems)
Millions have been and passed from view Benignity who never knew; No aspiration theirs, nor aim; Existence soulless as the clay From whence they ...
Hattie Howard Poems on Past (5 Poems)
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 ...
The Taxidermist (Hattie Howard Poems)
From other men he stands apart, Wrapped in sublimity of thought Where futile fancies enter not; With starlike purpose pressing on Where Agassiz and ...
The Charter Oak (Hattie Howard Poems)
I seem to see the old tree stand, Its sturdy, giant form A spectacle remembered, and A pilgrim-shrine for all the land Before it ...
My Mother’s Hand (Hattie Howard Poems)
My head is aching, and I wish That I could feel tonight One well-remembered, tender touch That used to comfort me so much, And ...