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 ...
I hope I'm not too orthodox To give a joke away, That took me like the chicken-pox And left a debt to pay. Let ...
From other men he stands apart, Wrapped in sublimity of thought Where futile fancies enter not; With starlike purpose pressing on Where Agassiz and ...
He was a man whose lot was cast, As some might think, in lines severe; In humble toil whose life was passed From ...
My careful plans all storm-subdued, In disappointing solitude The weary hours began; And scarce I deemed when time had sped, Marked only by the ...
Fresh from piano, school, and books, A happy girl with rosy looks Young Plowman wooed and won; despite Her pretty, pouting prejudice, Her deep ...
Like music heard in mellow chime, The charm of her transforming time Upon my senses steals As softly as from sunny walls, In day's ...
Midway upon the lawn it stands, So picturesque and pretty; Upreared by patient artist hands, Admired of all the city; The very arbor of ...
Beside my window day and night, Its tendrils reaching left and right, A morning glory grew; With blossoms covered, pink and white And deep, ...
Of specious weight like tissue freight The snowflakes are--in sparkle pure As the rich _parure_ A lovely queen were proud to wear; As volatile, ...
Where I can see him all day long And hear his wild, spontaneous song, Before my window in his cage, A blithe canary ...
We look up to the stars tonight, Idolatrous of them, And dream that Heaven is in sight, And each a ray of purest ...
Sometimes the silver cord of life Is loosed at one brief stroke; As when the elements at strife, With Nature's wild contentions rife, Uproot ...
Oh bud and leaf and blossom, How beautiful they are! Than last year's vernal season 'Tis lovelier by far; This earth was never so ...
Afar my loyal spirit stirred At mention of his name; Afar in ringing notes I heard The clarion voice of fame; So to his ...
'Twas not rare versatility, Nor gift of poesy or art, Nor piquant, sparkling _jeux d'esprit_ Which at the call of fancy come, That touched ...
One morn I looked across the way, And saw you fling your window wide To welcome in the breath of May In breezes ...
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 ...
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 ...
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