A Bit Of Gladness (Hattie Howard Poems)
As I near my lonely cottage, At the close of weary day, There's a little bit of gladness Comes to meet me on ...
As I near my lonely cottage, At the close of weary day, There's a little bit of gladness Comes to meet me on ...
I love the woods when the magic hand Of Spring, as if sweeping the keys Of a wornout instrument, touches the earth; When ...
The artist and the loom unseen, In textures soft as _crepe de chine_ Spring weaves her royal robe of green, With grasses fringed ...
'Twas drawing near the holiday, When piety and pity met In whisp'ring council, and agreed That Christmas time, in homes of need, Should be ...
Midway upon the lawn it stands, So picturesque and pretty; Upreared by patient artist hands, Admired of all the city; The very arbor of ...
The morning sun rose bright and fair Upon a lovely village where Prosperity abounded, And ceaseless hum of industry In lines of friendly rivalry From ...
Fair summer home peninsula, Enriched by every breeze From fragrant islands, wafted far Across the sunny seas! A profile rare! a height of land Outlined ...
These winter days are passing fair! As if a breath of spring Had permeated all the air, And touched each living thing With thankfulness ...
Ah, yes; why not? Is one more adventitious born Than others--shekels richer, honors fuller, and all that-- That he can pass his ...
We met on "Boston Common"-- Of course it was by chance-- A sudden, unexpected, But happy circumstance That gave the dull October day A beautiful, ...
Beside my window day and night, Its tendrils reaching left and right, A morning glory grew; With blossoms covered, pink and white And deep, ...
The melody of autumn Is the only tune I know, And I sing it over and over Because it thrills me so; It stirs ...
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 ...
Oh, who in creation would fail to descend That wonderful hole in the ground?-- That, feeling its way like a hypocrite-friend In sinuous ...
Around my vine-wreathed portico, At evening, there's a perfect glow Of little lights a-flashing-- As if the stellar bodies had From super-heat grown hyper-mad, And ...
In sad procession borne away To sound of funeral knell, Affection's tribute thus we pay, And in earth's shelt'ring bosom lay The friend to ...
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, ...
The days are long and lonely, The weary eve comes on, And the nights are filled with dreaming Of one beloved and gone. I ...
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 ...
Subdued and sad, I trod the place Where he, the hero, lived and died; Where, long-entombed beneath the shade By willow bough and ...
Sometimes I long to write an ode And magnify his name, The man of honor, on the road To opulence and fame, On whom ...
Of all the precepts in the Book By word of inspiration given, That bear the import, tone, and look Of messages direct from ...
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 ...
I've a friend beyond the ocean So regardful, so sincere, And he sends me in a letter Such a pretty souvenir. It is crushed ...
The smallest flower beside my path, In loveliness of bloom, Some element of comfort hath To rid my heart of gloom; But these, of ...
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 ...
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 ...
Of all the lovely blossoms That decorate the trees, And shower down their petals With every breath of breeze, There is nothing so sweet ...
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 ...
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