The Old Man’s Story (Mary Botham Howitt Poems)
There was an old and quiet man,And by the fire sate he,"And now," he said, "to you I'll tellA dismal ...
There was an old and quiet man,And by the fire sate he,"And now," he said, "to you I'll tellA dismal ...
D' ye know the little Wood-Mouse, That pretty little thing, That sits among the forest leaves, Beside the forest spring? Its fur is red ...
Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did ...
Nay, only look what I have found!A Sparrow's nest upon the ground;A Sparrow's nest as you may see,Blown out of ...
The earth is old! Six thousand ears,Are gone since I had birth;In the forests of the olden time,And the solitude's ...
'Tis night! Oh, now come forth to gazeUpon the heavens, intense and bright!Look on yon myriad worlds, and say,Though beauty ...
The clock is on the stroke of six,The Father's work is done;Sweep up the hearth and mend the fire,And put ...
It is summer! it is summer! how beautiful it looks!There is sunshine on the old gray hills, and sunshine on ...
The humming-bird! the humming-bird!So fairy-like and bright:It lives among the sunny flowers,A creature of delight!In the radiant islands of the ...
Ah! there's the lily, marble pale,The bonny broom, the cistus frail;The rich sweet pea, the iris blue,The larkspur with its ...
THE BARON hath the landward park, the fisher hath the sea; But the rocky haunts of the sea-fowl belong alone to ...
Oh! fragrant dwellers of the lea,When first the wild wood ringsWith each sound of vernal minstrelsy,When fresh the green grass ...
Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom,The ancient poet sung it,And dear it is on summer daysTo lie at rest among ...
In all the years which have been,The spring hath green'd the bough —The gladsome hopeful spring-time! —Keep heart! It comes ...
I love the sunshine everywhere —In wood, and field, and glen;I love it in the busy hauntsOf town-imprison'd men.I love ...
Alas! what secret tears are shed,What wounded spirits bleed;What loving hearts are sunderedAnd yet man takes no heed!He goeth in ...
Let Mammon's sons with visage lean,Restless and vigilant and keen,Whose thought is but to buy and sell,In the hot toiling ...
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