poem

She wrapped her in her sable cloak, And walked beside the sea ; But seldom of her sorrow spoke, So full of grief was she. 'Twas this that made her heart so sad, To view the ocean wide :- The only son that widow had Went out to sea and died. And then in that great rolling deep, With solemn...

"Come in, little stranger," I said, As she tapped at my half-open door, While the blanket pinned over her head Just reached to the basket she bore. A look full of innocence fell From her modest and pretty blue eye, As she said, "I have matches to sell, And hope you are willing to buy. " A...

As Ellen now Ellen's a sweet little girl, An infantine, innocent creature ; With cheeks like the rose-petal, teeth like the pearl, And lovely in every feature ; As Ellen one day, all equipped for a walk, Went forth with the nurse, from her mother ; And looked like a bud that was broke from its...

One biting winter morning, A dusky spider swung From off the mantle, by his thread. And o'er the stove-pipe hunir. Escaped from some dim cranny cold. To warmer quarters there, He seemed, upon that slender hold, An atom hung on air. I watched his quick manoeuvres Above the funnel hot, Where...

Lady Mary was able To keep a good table ; And what was still better, none found her Without a good heart The good things to impart. Which Providence showered around her. She was prudent, 'tis true ; But was generous, too, When charity called for her money ; And she ever kept by, Her own board...

Violet, violet, sparkling with dew ! Down in the meadow-land wild where you grew, How did you come by the beautiful blue In which your soft petals unfold ? And how do you hold up your tender young head, When rude sweeping winds rush along o'er your bed, Or dark, gloomy clouds, ranging over you...

Ah ! thou lost, unwary thing, Fluttering with a tortured wing - Crying, with thy little feet Scorched amid surrounding heat ! Poor, unhappy, suffering fly, What a painful death to die ! Since so rashly thou hast strayed 'Twixt the funnel and the shade, In the fiery prison lost, Now thy life...

" Come over here and help us !” That Macedonian cry, From dusky Afric do we hear ; Nor can our aid deny. We '11 send our angel, Charity, Beyond the deep to sow : As mustard seed our gift may be, A thriving tree to grow. Its green and spreading branches May flourish, high and fair, Till comes...

Field of wheat, so full and fair, Shining, with thy sunny hair Lightly waving either way, Graceful as the breezes play- Looking like a summer sea, How I love to gaze at thee ! Pleasant art thou to the sight ; And to thought, a rich delight. Then, thy voice is music sweet, Softly-sighing Field of...

When o'er ancient Israel, Ahab reigned, with Jezebel, Fearful things the land befell, From their pagan sway : Prophets of the Lord were slain ; Altars reared to idols vain ; Sins were known, to earth a stain Never washed away. Ahab's bold Zidonian wife Still pursued the vengeful strife...

Come here, little Willie ; Why, what is the trouble ? "I've broke my new pipe, ma'- I can't make a bubble !" Well, don't weep for that, child ; Come brighten your face, And tell how this grievous Disaster took place. "Why, Puss came along, And said I, ' Now shell think This white frothy water...

When peals the thunder long and loud, The Lord is speaking from the cloud. Whilst they who know him not, may fear, His children love his voice to hear. And though it sound in noise and storm, His love but takes the varied form ; To give them purer vital breath, ' The God of glory thundereth."...

Hark ! it is the robin's song Coming through the flowery trees ! Sweetly does it float along Hither, on the balmy breeze. O, that I could understand Once, the meaning of the words Warbled forth so quick, to go To the music of the birds ! If I had him in my hand, Holding down his glossy...

Beneath an old oak's leafy shade, In careless infant glee, Three little children sat, and played, Or chased about the tree. So light and airily they went, With each a beaming face, The grass beneath their footsteps bent, Sprang back, and took its place. The flowers they'd plucked and carried...

WHEN morn hath round our pillow shed Her pure and precious light, We must not idly keep our bed, That gave us rest by night. We must arise our God to praise, Who kept us while we lay ; And ask his care through all the ways He marks for us by day. When, shining in his noontide power, We see the...

One early morn, from country fields, The market gardeners came, With red ripe melons, "roasting ears," And fruits with cheeks aflame; And one great wagon stopped, while spoke The good wife at my gate; "Will you have something, ma'am, to-day, They're all of them first rate?" "I think I...

I turned to look. O memory! Keep fadeless all my life for me That picture with its lightsome grace Of floating curls and winsome face, That backward looked along the fence, Where, rising higher, floating thence, A gaudy thing of summer day Had charmed my boy upon his way. From flower to...

A nightingale, that all day long Had cheered the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off upon the ground, A something shining in the...

Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold Through the brown mold, Although the March breezes blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay on many a place. Daffy-down-dilly had heard under ground The sweet rushing sound Of the streams, as they burst off their white winter chains, Of the...

Did you hear of the curate who mounted his mare, And merrily trotted along to the fair? Of creature more tractable none ever heard, In the height of her speed she would stop at a word; But again with a word, when the curate said, "Hey," She put forth her mettle and galloped away. As near to...