The Woods (Hattie Howard Poems)
I love the woods when the magic hand Of Spring, as if sweeping the keys Of a wornout instrument, touches the earth; When ...
Hattie Howard Poems on Spring (11 Poems)
A New Suit (Hattie Howard Poems)
The artist and the loom unseen, In textures soft as _crepe de chine_ Spring weaves her royal robe of green, With grasses fringed ...
January, 1885 (Hattie Howard Poems)
These winter days are passing fair! As if a breath of spring Had permeated all the air, And touched each living thing With thankfulness ...
Be Courteous (Hattie Howard Poems)
Ah, yes; why not? Is one more adventitious born Than others--shekels richer, honors fuller, and all that-- That he can pass his ...
Receiving Sight (Hattie Howard Poems)
In hours of meditation fraught With mem'ries of departed days, Comes oft a tender, loving thought Of one who shared our youthful plays. In ...
Syringas (Hattie Howard Poems)
The smallest flower beside my path, In loveliness of bloom, Some element of comfort hath To rid my heart of gloom; But these, of ...
Apple Blossoms (Hattie Howard Poems)
Of all the lovely blossoms That decorate the trees, And shower down their petals With every breath of breeze, There is nothing so sweet ...
Bermuda (Hattie Howard Poems)
O charming blossom of the sea Atlantic waters bosomed in! Abiding-place of gayety, Elysian bower of "Cora Linn," The sprightly, lively _debiteuse_ Recounting all she ...
Blossom-Time (Hattie Howard Poems)
Yes, it is drawing nigh-- The time of blossoming; The waiting heart beats stronger With every breath of Spring, The days are growing longer; While ...
Is It April? (Hattie Howard Poems)
No, this is January, dear, The almanac's untrue; For roaring Boreas, 'tis clear, In sleet and snow and atmosphere, Will be the monarch of ...
The Miracle Of Spring (Hattie Howard Poems)
What touch is like the Spring's? By dainty fingerings Such rare delight to give, 'Tis luxury to live Amid florescent things. Through weary months of ...