Foreign Children
Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me?
PoemDesire
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Children Poems
बच्चे
My Epitaph
YOUTH, Nature, and relenting Jove, To keep my lamp _in_ strongly strove; But Romanelli was so stout, He beat all three--and _blew_ it _out_.
PoemNature
6.4KFar from love the Heavenly Father
Far from love the Heavenly Father Leads the chosen child; Oftener through realm of briar Than the meadow mild,
PoemLove
5.2KSnow
IN the gloom of whiteness, In the great silence of snow, A child was sighing And bitterly saying: "Oh,
PoemNature
1.3KMontrose
Beautiful town of Montrose, I will now commence my lay, And I will write in praise of thee without dismay, And in spite of all your foes, l will venture to call thee Bonnie Montrose.
PoemBeauty
530Ah Sunflower
Ah Sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done;
PoemNature
4.4KThe Vixen
Among the taller wood with ivy hung, The old fox plays and dances round her young. She snuffs and barks if any passes bye And swings her tail and turns prepared to fly.
PoemChildren
2.4KGood-Children Street
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter of feet Make sweetest of music at play;
PoemChildren
6KHomer's Hymn to the Sun
Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more To the bright Sun, thy hymn of music pour; Whom to the child of star-clad Heaven and Earth Euryphaessa, large-eyed nymph, brought forth;
PoemNature
7.7KSonnet 143: Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feather'd creatures broke away, Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
PoemHope
14.8KRabbi Ben Ezra
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand
PoemGod & Faith
2.4KAn Ode to Master Endymion Porter, upon His Brother's Death
Not all thy flushing suns are set, Herrick, as yet ; Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere Frown and look sullen ev'rywhere.
PoemDeath
6KTo a Child
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, Whose figures grace,
PoemTime
2.9KSpontaneous Me
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whiten’d with blossoms of the mountain ash,
PoemLove
1.1KThe Five Carlins: An Election Ballad
THERE was five Carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To bring them tidings hame.
PoemChildren
7.8KSpring and Fall: To a Young Child
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
PoemChildren
1.4KWhen a people reach the top of a hill,
When a people reach the top of a hill, Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arms. A vision of their dead comes to the weak.
PoemGod & Faith
610The Young May Moon
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove,
PoemLove
7.9KDonica - A Ballad
Author Note: In Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of unfounded depth, the water black and the fish therein very distateful to the palate. In this are spectres often seen, which foreshew …
PoemDeath
2.4KSonnet XVII: Stay, Speedy Time
To Time Stay, speedy Time, behold, before thou pass, From age to age what thou hast sought to see, One in whom all the excellencies be,
PoemTime
1.2KThe Funeral of Youth: Threnody
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country’s ends, Those scatter’d friends
PoemChildren
1.5KLife
"What is this world?thy school, O misery! "Our only lesson is to learn to suffer." - YOUNG. LOVE, thou sportive fickle boy,
PoemTime
1.3KDorothy Q.
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with uprolled hair;
PoemTime
2.8KYou Are Old, Father William
"You are old, Father william," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head-- Do you think, at your age, it is right?
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