An Old Man’s Christmas Morning (John Hartley Poems)
Its a long time sin thee an' me have met befoor, owd lad,-- Soa pull up thi cheer, an sit daan, for ...
John Hartley Poems on Smiling (33 Poems)
Waivin Mewsic (John Hartley Poems)
Ther's mewsic ith' shuttle, ith' loom, an ith frame,Ther's melody mingled ith' noise;For th' active ther's praises, for th' idle ...
Alice (John Hartley Poems)
Dear little Alice lay dying;-- I see her as if 'twas to-day,And we stood round her snowy bed, crying, And watching her ...
Awr Lad. (John Hartley Poems)
Beautiful babby! Beautiful lad! Pride o' thi mother and joy o' thi dad!Full ov sly tricks an sweet winnin ways;-- Two cherry ...
Wayvin Mewsic (John Hartley Poems)
Ther's mewsic i'th' shuttle, i'th' loom, an i'th frame,Ther's melody mingled i'th' noise,For th' active ther's praises, for th' idle ...
Mi Fayther’s Pipe (John Hartley Poems)
Aw've a treasure yo'd laff if yo saw, But its mem'ries are dear to mi heart;For aw've oft seen it stuck ...
Mary Jane (John Hartley Poems)
One Easter Mundy, for a spree,To Bradforth, Mary Jane an me,Decided we wod tak a jaunt,An have a dinner wi ...
Claude (John Hartley Poems)
I named him Claude, 'twas a strange conceit,'Twas a name that no relatives ever bore;Yet there lingered around it a ...
Little Sunshine (John Hartley Poems)
Winsome, wee and witty, Like a little fay,Carolling her ditty All the livelong day,Saucy as a sparrow In the summer glade,Flitting o'er the ...
Awr Dooad (John Hartley Poems)
Her ladyship's getten a babby,-- An they're makkin a famous to do,--They say,--Providence treated her shabby-- Shoo wor fairly entitled to two.But ...
Missed his Mark (John Hartley Poems)
Aw like fowrk to succeed i' life if they've an honest aim,An even if they chonce to trip awm varry ...
Love An’ Labor (John Hartley Poems)
Th' swallows are buildin ther nests, Jenny, Th' springtime has come with its flowers;Th' fields in ther greenest are drest, Jenny, An ...
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 ...
Once Agean Welcome (John Hartley Poems)
Once agean welcome! oh, what is ther grander,When years have rolled by sin' yo left an old friend?An what cheers ...
Years Ago (John Hartley Poems)
Annie I dreamed a strange dream last night,At my bedside, I dreamed, you stood clad in white;Your dark curly hair ...
De Profundis (John Hartley Poems)
Down in the deeps of dark despair and woe;-- Of Death expectant;--Hope I put aside;Counting the heartbeats, slowly, yet more slow,-- Marking ...
The Open Gates (John Hartley Poems)
My heart was sad when first we met; 'Yet with a smile,-- A welcome smile I ne'er forget, Thou didst beguileMy sighs and ...
What Wor It? (John Hartley Poems)
What wor it made me love thee, lass? Aw connot tell;Aw know it worn't for thi brass;-- Tho' poor miselAw'd moor nor ...
Nelly o’ Bob’s (John Hartley Poems)
Who is it at lives i' that cot on the lea,Joy o' my heart an' leet o' my ee?Who is ...
Willie’s Weddin (John Hartley Poems)
A'a, Willie, lad, aw'm fain to hear Tha's won a wife at last;Tha'll have a happier time next year, Nor what tha's ...
Cash V. Cupid (John Hartley Poems)
Aw dooat on a lass wi' a bonny face, Wi' a twinkle ov fun in her ee;--An aw like a lass ...
Settin Off (John Hartley Poems)
It isn't 'at aw want to rooam An leeav thi bi thisen:For aw'm content enuff at hooam, Aw'm net like other men.But ...
Rollickin’ Jack (John Hartley Poems)
I know a workin' lad, His hands are hard an' rough,His cheeks are red an' braan, But I like him weel enough.His ...
My Lass (John Hartley Poems)
Fairest lass amang the monny, Hair as black as raven, O.Net another lass as bonny, Lives i'th' dales ov Craven, O.City lasses ...
Too Late (John Hartley Poems)
How should I know, That day when first we met, I Would be a day I never can forget? And yet 'tis so.That clasp ...
Hide Not Thy Face (John Hartley Poems)
Hide not Thy face,--and though the road Be dark and long and rough,With cheerfulness I'll bear my load, Thy smile will be ...
To A Daisy, Found Blooming March 7th (John Hartley Poems)
A'a awm feeared tha's come too sooin, Little daisy!Pray, whativer wor ta doin? Are ta crazy?Winter winds are blowin' yet,--Tha'll be starved, ...
A Bad Sooart (John Hartley Poems)
Aw'd rayther face a redwut brick,Sent flyin at mi heead;Aw'd rayther track a madman's steps,Whearivver they may leead;Aw'd rayther ventur ...
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 ...
A Wife [1] (John Hartley Poems)
Who is it, when one starts for th' dayA cheerin word is apt to say,At sends yo leeter on yor ...