The Apple Tree (Hattie Howard Poems)
Has ever a tree from the earth upsprung Around whose body have children clung, Whose bounteous branches the birds among Have pecked the ...
Hattie Howard Poems on Place (18 Poems)
Poor Housekeeping (Hattie Howard Poems)
If there is one gift that I prize above others, That tinges with brightness whatever I do, And gives to the sombre ...
The Little Clock (Hattie Howard Poems)
Kind friend, you do not know how much I prize this time-ly treasure, So dainty, diligent, and such A constant source of pleasure. The ...
Bushnell Park (Hattie Howard Poems)
Sweet resting place! that long hath been A boon Elysian 'mid the din Of city life, 'mid city smoke; Where weary ones who ...
Thanksgiving (Hattie Howard Poems)
Nature, erewhile so marvelously lovely, is bereft Of her supernal charm; And with the few dead garlands of departed splendor left, Like crape ...
The Salt of the Earth (Hattie Howard Poems)
The salt of the earth--what a meaningful phrase From the lips of the Saviour, and one that conveys A sense of the ...
Epithalamium (Hattie Howard Poems)
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 ...
The Sangamon River (Hattie Howard Poems)
O sunny Sangamon! thy name to me, Soft-syllabled like some sweet melody, Familiar is since adolescent years As household phrases ringing in my ...
Improvement. (Hattie Howard Poems)
Along the avenue I pass Huge piles of wood and stone, And glance at each amorphous mass, Whose cumbrous weight has crushed the ...
The Summer House (Hattie Howard Poems)
Midway upon the lawn it stands, So picturesque and pretty; Upreared by patient artist hands, Admired of all the city; The very arbor of ...
To Die In Autumn (Hattie Howard Poems)
The melody of autumn Is the only tune I know, And I sing it over and over Because it thrills me so; It stirs ...
The Subway (Hattie Howard Poems)
Oh, who in creation would fail to descend That wonderful hole in the ground?-- That, feeling its way like a hypocrite-friend In sinuous ...
Mount Vernon (Hattie Howard Poems)
Subdued and sad, I trod the place Where he, the hero, lived and died; Where, long-entombed beneath the shade By willow bough and ...
Woman’s Help (Hattie Howard Poems)
Sometimes I long to write an ode And magnify his name, The man of honor, on the road To opulence and fame, On whom ...
Cuba (Hattie Howard Poems)
As one long struggling to be free, O suffering isle! we look to thee In sympathy and deep desire That thy fair borders ...
Sweet Peas (Hattie Howard Poems)
By helpful fingers taught to twine Around its trellis, grew A delicate and dainty vine; The bursting bud, its blossom sign, Inlaid with honeyed-dew. Developing ...
A Friend Indeed (Hattie Howard Poems)
If every friend who meditates In soft, unspoken thought With winning courtesy and tact The doing of a kindly act To cheer some lonely ...
Margaret (Hattie Howard Poems)
I saw her for a moment, Her presence haunts me yet, In oft-recurring visions Of grace and gladness met That marked the sweet demeanor Of ...