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Out of the Old House, Nancy Out of the old house, Nancy—moved up into the new; All the hurry and worry is just as good as through. Only a bounden duty remains for you and I— And that ’s to stand on the doorstep here, and bid the old house good-by. What a shell we ’ve lived in, these... Poet: Will Carleton	The House on the Hill They are all gone away, The House is shut and still, There is nothing more to say. Through broken walls and gray The winds blow bleak and shrill: They are all gone away. Nor is there one to-day To speak them good or ill:... Poet: Edwin Arlington Robinson	From "The House of a Hundred Lights" The Young LOVERS I SAW them kissing in the shade and knew the sum of all my lore: God gave them Youth, God gave them Love, and even God can give no more. I know not from the fading Rose with parted lips what whisper went. I only know the Nightingale sang once... Poet: Frederic Ridgely Torrence	No Baby in the House No baby in the house, I know, ’T is far too nice and clean. No toys, by careless fingers strewn, Upon the floors are seen. No finger-marks are on the panes, No scratches on the chairs; No wooden men set up in rows, Or marshalled off... Poet: Clara G. Dolliver
“Out of the old house, Nancy” Out of the old house, Nancy—moved up into the new; All the hurry and worry is just as good as through. Only a bounden duty remains for you and I— And that ’s to stand on the doorstep here, and bid the old house good-bye. What a shell we ’ve lived in, these... Poet: Will Carleton	The Auld House Oh, the auld house, the auld house,— What though the rooms were wee? Oh! kind hearts were dwelling there, And bairnies fu’ o’ glee; The wild rose and the jessamine Still hang upon the wa’: How mony cherished memories Do they, sweet... Poet: Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne	The House Beautiful A Naked house, a naked moor, A shivering pool before the door, A garden bare of flowers and fruit, And poplars at the garden foot; Such is the place that I live in, Bleak without and bare within. Yet shall your ragged moors receive The... Poet: Robert Louis Stevenson	“There’s nae luck about the house” And are ye sure the news is true? And are ye sure he ’s weel? Is this a time to think of wark? Ye jauds, fling by your wheel. Is this a time to think of wark, When Colin ’s at the door? Gie me my cloak! I ’ll to the quay And see him... Poet: Jean Adam
“Over the hill to the poor-house” Over the hill to the poor-house I ’m trudgin’ my weary way— I, a woman of seventy, and only a trifle gray— I, who am smart an’ chipper, for all the years I ’ve told, As many another woman that ’s only half as old. Over the hill to the poor-house—I can’t quite... Poet: Will Carleton	Lines found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster E’en such is time; that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days: But from this earth, this... Poet: Sir Walter Raleigh