Who Cares? (John Hartley Poems)
Down in a cellar cottage In a dark and lonely street,Was sat a widow and her boy, With nothing left to eat.The ...
John Hartley Poems on Home (17 Poems)
The Old Bachelor’s Story (John Hartley Poems)
It was an humble cottage, Snug in a rustic lane,Geraniums and fuschias peep'd From every window-pane;The dark-leaved ivy dressed its walls, Houseleek adorned ...
The Dean’s Brother (John Hartley Poems)
A little lad, but thinly clad, All day had roamed the street;With stitled groans and aching bones, He beg'd for bread to ...
Angels Of Sunderland. In Memoriam, June 16th, 1893. (John Hartley Poems)
On the sixteenth of June, eighteen eighty-three, The children of Sunderland hastened to see, Strange wonders performed by a mystic man, Believing,--as only ...
It May Be Soa (John Hartley Poems)
This world's made up ov leet an shade, But some things strange aw mark;One class live all on th' sunny side, Wol ...
Mary (John Hartley Poems)
My Mary's as sweet as the flowers that grow, By the side of the brooklet that runs near her cot;Her brow ...
I’d A Dream (John Hartley Poems)
I'd a dream last night of my boyhood's days, And the scenes where my youth was spent;And I roamed the old ...
Bachelors Quest (John Hartley Poems)
She may be dark or may be fair, If beauty she possesses;But she must have abundant hair-- I doat on flowing tresses.Her ...
Those Tiny Fingers (John Hartley Poems)
She has gone for ever from earth away, Yet those tiny fingers haunt me still;In the silent night, when the moons ...
Bide Thi Time (John Hartley Poems)
Bide thi time! it's sure to come, Tho' it may seem tardy,--Thine's a better fate nor some:If tha's but a humble ...
Backward Turn, Oh! Recollection (John Hartley Poems)
Backward turn, oh! recollection! Far, far back to childhoods' days;To those treasures of affection, 'Round which loving memory playsShow to me the ...
Those Days Have Gone (John Hartley Poems)
Those days have gone, those happy days, When we two loved to roam,Beside the rivulet that strays, Near by my rustic home.Yes, ...
When Cora Died (John Hartley Poems)
Bells ring out a joyful sound, Old and young alike seem gay;One more year has gone its round, Again we greet a ...
To My Daughter On Her Birthday (John Hartley Poems)
Darling child, to thee I owe,More than others here will know;Thou hast cheered my weary days,With thy coy and winsome ...
Passing Events (John Hartley Poems)
Passing events,--tell, what are they I pray?Are they some novelty?--Nay, nay, nay!Ever since the world its course began,Since the breath ...
Bless ’em! (John Hartley Poems)
O, the lasses, the lasses, God bless 'em!His heart must be hard as a stooan'At could willingly goa an distress ...
Shut Out (John Hartley Poems)
_"The drunkard shall not enter the Kingdom of Heaven."_ Far, far beyond the skies, The land of promise lies; When Death our souls ...