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 (87 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 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 ...
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 ...
All the Rage (Hattie Howard Poems)
A common wayside flower it grew, Unhandsome and unnoticed too, Except in deprecation That such an herb unreared by toil, Prolific cumberer of the ...
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 Charity Ball (Hattie Howard Poems)
There was many a token of festal display, And reveling crowds who were never so gay, And, as it were AEolus charming ...
A Fowl Affair (Hattie Howard Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
A Leap Year Episode (Hattie Howard Poems)
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 Master Of The Grange (Hattie Howard Poems)
The type of enterprise is he, Of sense and thrift and toil; Who reckons less on pedigree Than rich, productive soil; And no "blue ...
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 ...
The Tourist (Hattie Howard Poems)
Lo! carpet-bag and bagger occupy the land, And prove the touring season actively begun; His personnel and purpose can none misunderstand, For each ...
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 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 ...
Tobogganing (Hattie Howard Poems)
Oh, the rare exhilaration, Oh, the novel delectation Of a ride down the slide! Packed like ice in zero weather, Pleasure-seekers close together, On a ...
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 ...
Honest John (Hattie Howard Poems)
He was a man whose lot was cast, As some might think, in lines severe; In humble toil whose life was passed From ...
Storm-Bound (Hattie Howard Poems)
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 ...
Sheridan’s Last Ride (Hattie Howard Poems)
While Phoebus lent his hottest rays To signalize midsummer days, I stood in that far-famed enclosure By thousands visited, Where, in the stillness of ...
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 ...
On Bancroft Height (Hattie Howard Poems)
On Bancroft height Aurora's face Shines brighter than a star, As stepping forth in dewy grace, The gates of day unbar; And lo! the ...
A Reformer (Hattie Howard Poems)
When I was young, my heart elate With ardent notions warm, I thirsted to inaugurate A spirit of reform; The universe was all awry, Philosophy ...
Never Had A Chance (Hattie Howard Poems)
Fresh from piano, school, and books, A happy girl with rosy looks Young Plowman wooed and won; despite Her pretty, pouting prejudice, Her deep ...
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 ...
Autumn-Time (Hattie Howard Poems)
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 ...
The Student Gone (Hattie Howard Poems)
So soon he fell, the world will never know What possibilities within him lay, What hopes irradiated his young life, With high ambition ...
One of the Least of These (Hattie Howard Poems)
'Twas on a day of cold and sleet, A little nomad of the street With tattered garments, shoeless feet, And face with hunger ...
Indian Summer. (Hattie Howard Poems)
Is it not our bounden duty Harsh and bitter thoughts to quell, Wild, ambitions schemes repel, And to revel in the beauty Of this ...
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 ...