Clover-Blossom (Louisa May Alcott Poems)
In a quiet, pleasant meadow, Beneath a summer sky, Where green old trees their branches waved, And winds went singing by; Where a little ...
In a quiet, pleasant meadow, Beneath a summer sky, Where green old trees their branches waved, And winds went singing by; Where a little ...
Four little chests all in a row, Dim with dust, and worn by time, All fashioned and filled, long ago, By children now ...
There grew a fragrant rose-tree where the brook flows, With two little tender buds, and one full rose; When the sun went ...
CHEERFUL voices by the sea-sideEchoed through the summer air,Happy children, fresh and rosy,Sang and sported freely there,Often turning friendly glances,Where, ...
Two Yankee maids of simple mien, And earnest, high endeavour, Come sailing to the land of France, To escape the winter weather. When first ...
A little grey curl from my father's head I find unburned on the hearth, And give it a place in my diary ...
Sitting patient in the shadow Till the blessed light shall come, A serene and saintly presence Sanctifies our troubled home. Earthly joys and hopes ...
GLEAMING through the silent church-yard,Winter sunlight seemed to shedGolden shadows like soft blessingsO'er a quiet little bed, Where a pale face ...
Oft, in the silence of the night, When the lonely moon rides high,When wintry winds are whistling, And we hear the owl's ...
The moon had climbed the eastern hill Which rises o'er the sands of Dee, And from its highest summit shed A silver light ...
I am the monarch of the Sea, The ruler of the Queen's Navee,-- When at anchor here I ride, My bosom swells with ...
Like Bunyan's pilgrim with his pack, Forth went the dreaming youth To seek, to find, and make his own Wisdom, virtue, and truth. Life ...
"Sweet! Sweet! Come, come and eat, Dear little girls With yellow curls; For here you'll find Sweets to your mind. On every tree Sugar-plums you'll see; In every ...
We mourn the loss of our little pet, And sigh o'er her hapless fate, For never more by the fire she'll sit, Nor ...
OPPOSITE my chamber window,On the sunny roof, at play,High above the city's tumult,Flocks of doves sit day by day.Shining necks ...
My bonnie flower, with truest joy Thy welcome face I see, The world grows brighter to my eyes, And summer comes with thee. My ...
O flower at my windowWhy blossom you so fair,With your green and purple cupUpturned to sun and air?'I bloom, blithesome ...
"Now hark, little May, If you want to do right, Under your pillow Just look every night. If you have been good All through the ...
'Oh, were I a heliotrope, I would play poet, And blow a breeze of fragrance To you; and none should know it. 'Your form ...
"In China there lived a little man, His name was Chingery Wangery Chan." "His legs were short, his feet were small, And this ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the joy we bring, For Christmas-tide ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little Violet's name. 'Mong the ...
God bless you, dear Queen Bess! May nothing you dismay, But health and peace and happiness Be yours, this Christmas day. Here's fruit to ...
"So he took up his bow, And he feathered his arrow, And said, 'I will shoot This little cock-sparrow.'"* * * * "'Tis good to make all ...
"Awake! awake! for the earliest gleamOf golden sunlight shinesOn the rippling waves, that brightly flowBeneath the flowering vines.Awake! awake! for ...
'The puir auld folk at home, ye mind, Are frail and failing sair; And weel I ken they'd miss me, lad, Gin I ...
Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,While the white foam raises high,And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,And fasten the ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows;On the cool wind softly cameThe low, sweet tones of happy flowers,Singing little Violet's name.'Mong the ...
Hither, hither, from thy home, Airy sprite, I bid thee come! Born of roses, fed on dew, Charms and potions canst thou brew? Bring ...
"Summer days are over, Summer work is done; Harvests have been gathered Gayly one by one. Now the feast is eaten, Finished is the play; But ...
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