Love Poems – Page 2738
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A Rough Rhyme on a Rough Matter
The English Game Laws / THE MERRY brown hares came leaping / Over the crest of the hill, … -
“They are dear fish to me”
The Farmer’s wife sat at the door, / A pleasant sight to see; / And blithesome were the wee, wee bairns … -
Give Me Three Grains of Corn, Mother
The Irish Famine / GIVE me three grains of corn, mother,— / Only three grains of corn; … -
The Song of the Shirt
With fingers weary and worn, / With eyelids heavy and red, / A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, … -
The Pauper’s Drive
There ’s a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot,— / To the churchyard a pauper is going, I wot; / The road it is rough, and the hearse has no springs; … -
Beautiful Snow
O The SNOW, the beautiful snow, / Filling the sky and the earth below! / Over the house-tops, over the street, … -
London Churches
I Stood, one Sunday morning, / Before a large church door, / The congregation gathered, … -
Guilty, or Not Guilty?
She stood at the bar of justice, / A creature wan and wild, / In form too small for a woman, … -
The Female Convict
She shrank from all, and her silent mood / Made her wish only for solitude: / Her eye sought the ground, as it could not brook, … -
Hopeless Grief
I Tell you, hopeless grief is passionless,— / That only men incredulous of despair, / Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air …
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