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Neighbors' Advice To Invalids Neighbors' Advice To Invalids

Neighbors' Advice To Invalids
Why sit you here, pining in languor and gloom? Except you do something, you'll sink to the tomb; Ah 's the red roses that bloomed on your brow, Where nothing but white ones are languishing now? Go, learn of the red men, they certainly know, They find healing plants, and will tell where they grow; God gave them this knowledge; their skill is the best; Make use of such means, they will surely be blest. No poisonous minerals fill up his chest, But... Poems - Post by : Anndrette - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2040

An Epistle To Jere, In Answer To His Ode An Epistle To Jere, In Answer To His Ode

An Epistle To Jere, In Answer To His Ode
Worthy and much respected friend, Accept the thanks I freely send; Your generous offer, all will say, Mere grateful thanks but ill repay. An answer you request of me, But prudence calls for some delay; This weighty subject claims my care, To answer now I must forbear. Could you admire a homely face, Devoid of beauty, charms, or grace? Would you not blush, should friends deride The rustic manners of your bride? Say, would you build a... Poems - Post by : cooda - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 977

Ode To Sarah Ode To Sarah

Ode To Sarah
Ode to Sarah.(1)Rural maid, who, o'er glade, Forest, plain, and mountain, roam In joy and peace, and made Happy by the brook's gay foam; Who art content to live In the farmer's domicil; A listening ear give To a stranger, who, with quill In hand, sits down to write An epistle, or letter, To one, of whom it might Be said, she's far his better.... Poems - Post by : dleyanna - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2732

Praises Of Rural Life Praises Of Rural Life

Praises Of Rural Life
Though city ladies treat with scorn The humble farmer's wife, And call his daughters rude and coarse, I'll live a country life. I'd rather spin, and weave, and knit, And wholesome meals prepare, Than, dressed in silk, with servants throng'd, Lounge in my cushioned chair. I love to see my chickens grow, My turkies, ducks, and geese; I love to tend my flowering plants, And make the... Poems - Post by : apondonet - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2666

Music Of The Mind Music Of The Mind

Music Of The Mind
What is music of the mind? Is it the soft harmonious strains of the little minstrel which often steals into some secret nook within the heart, and there tunes her silent harp to notes of sweetest melody? Though we never hear her melting lays, yet persons in every station, from the king upon his throne to the beggar by the wayside, and the rude untutored savage roaming through his native forest, often experience that exquisite pleasure produced by her magic spell. We are continually surrounded by scenes calculated to produce this music. The variegated scenery of different landscapes; the changing seasons... Poems - Post by : klomani - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 1491

The Cultivation Of Flowers The Cultivation Of Flowers

The Cultivation Of Flowers
Where can we find a more healthy and delightful employment, than the cultivation of flowers? Though of less importance than those plants which are necessary for the support of animal life, yet, rightly considered, they yield a pleasant and instructive entertainment for the intellectual powers, and may justly be termed food for the mind. "Nonsense" some of our readers exclaim, "Nonsense, to talk of feeding the immortal mind, with flowers! For one, I think people may find some more useful employment than that of persuading their fellow beings to spend the precious hours of this short life upon these useless playthings."... Poems - Post by : twocolor - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 1825

Lines On The Miniature Of A Pair Of Twin Boys Lines On The Miniature Of A Pair Of Twin Boys

Lines On The Miniature Of A Pair Of Twin Boys
LINES SUGGESTED BY VIEWING THE MINIATURE OF A PAIR OF LOVELYTWIN BOYS, WHO WERE DEPRIVED OF THEIR MOTHER AT THEAGE OF TWO MONTHS, AND WERE THE ONLY REMAINING CHILDRENOF THEIR FATHER. I gaze upon this picture fair, And find strange beauty mirrored there; Its magic spell with power is fraught, To ope the fount of hidden thought. Sweet childhood's opening blossoms here, In all their loveliness appear; Pure innocence, with touching grace, Smiles in each feature of the face, Like rosy morning's cheerful... Poems - Post by : dosmanos - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2435

To A White Hollyhock To A White Hollyhock

To A White Hollyhock
Sweet plant, so fair, so pure thy blossoms look, I almost fancy that some angel, from His wing the feathers plucked, and of them, at The twilight hour, thy snowy petals made. But fancy leads astray. Not one of all That shining throng, which worship 'round the throne, Could e'er such work perform. None but the hand Divine, these curious fabrics wrought.(The end)Sarah S. Mower's poem: To A White Hollyhock... Poems - Post by : Nevidia - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 3171

Thoughts Suggested By Viewing A Petunia Thoughts Suggested By Viewing A Petunia

Thoughts Suggested By Viewing A Petunia
Fair plant, well pleased on thee I look, Thou art a page in nature's book, Which I delight to read; Though stoics set thee quite at naught, And say that none but children ought On such vain trifles spend a thought, Their words I little heed. A child I'd ever wish to be, With an instructer just like thee, And listen to her voice; Fain wouldst thou our best passions move, And lead... Poems - Post by : BigTimeProfits - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2870

Moonlight Musings Moonlight Musings

Moonlight Musings
THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY VIEWING A ROW OF FINE TREES NEAR MY DWELLING. These youthful pines, a verdant row, Cast their dark shadows on the snow; Just like a picture, or a dream, Or tale of fairy lands, they seem. I hear a soft melodious lay, The winds are with their tops at play; While moonbeams through their branches stealing, Wake up a wild romantic feeling. The forest birds in... Poems - Post by : hansof - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2124

To Amelia To Amelia

To Amelia
And wouldst thou, sweet minstrel, if earth should unfold To thee all her treasures of silver and gold, Resign all thy riches, thy wealth, fame and power, To sing like the birds in the green woodland bower? Like thee, dear Amelia, I love the wild bird, Their soft melting strains, at grey twilight, I've heard; The whippowils, then, on the cool zephyr's wing, Their clear pensive notes in rich harmony fling. I listen each morning with heartfelt delight, While birds bid adieu to... Poems - Post by : Hulaza - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 1661

Twilight Musings Twilight Musings

Twilight Musings
BY AMELIA. I wandered out one summer night, 'Twas when my years were few, The wind was singing in the light, And I was singing too. One fleecy cloud upon the air, Was all that met my eyes, It floated like an angel there, Between me and the skies. I clapped my hands and warbled wild, As here and there I flew, For I was but a careless child,... Poems - Post by : rogzac - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 3191

Lewiston, As It Was, And As It Is Lewiston, As It Was, And As It Is

Lewiston, As It Was, And As It Is
It was a wild, sequestered spot, With here and there a humble cot; Yet, nature's richest robes were thrown Around those hills and valleys lone. 'Twas quiet, fair, and lovely, then, Though beasts of prey and savage men Roamed o'er those hills of graceful form, Whose trees for ages braved the storm, Yet, humbly stooping to behold The broad majestic stream, that rolled Through smiling mead and woody plain, Fast speeding onward to the main, Or, dashing... Poems - Post by : knotwork - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2395

The Little Cloud The Little Cloud

The Little Cloud
All day the rain has patter'd down, In dense dark folds, clouds hang around, The humid air is dead and still, Thick vapors veil the distant hill. But now, a little crimson cloud Beams from an opening in the shroud, Which, like a dusky pall, o'erspreads The azure vault above our heads. Our fancy, while we gaze, takes wings And flits around earth's brighter things, Then whispers in our list'ning ears, "This earth is not all sighs and tears."... Poems - Post by : helenm - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2712

An Appeal For Ireland An Appeal For Ireland

An Appeal For Ireland
"Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thou shall find it after many days."--Ecel. xi; 1. Hark! hear the cry of Erin's sons, By plague and famine frantic; The wail of wives and little ones Comes o'er the broad Atlantic. O, heed the bitter piercing cry, That's pealing o'er the ocean; To us, to us, for aid they fly, As Israel fled to Goshen. List! hear that sad and mournful sound,... Poems - Post by : snuff30 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 886

The Minister At The Family Altar The Minister At The Family Altar

The Minister At The Family Altar
COMPOSED FOR THE REV. W. FOSS, OF LEEDS. The father, still in manhood's prime, Was bowed in humble prayer; His partner, fair as when a bride, Was kneeling by him there. Reclining on a sister's arm, The babe found sweet repose; While from the heart, in accents warm, The father's prayer arose. And, fair as rosebuds bathed in dew; By morning zephyrs fanned, A blooming group of loved ones,... Poems - Post by : ear1less - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 3149

To The 'wild Flower' To The "wild Flower"

To The 'wild Flower'
To the "wild Flower."(1)I've ranged the bright streamlet in childhood's blest hour, And culled from its borders spring's loveliest flowers, Then bound up my bouquet, all glitt'ring with dew, And smiled on my treasure as homeward I flew. I've seen the sweet violet deck the green sod, All fresh from the hand of a bountiful God, While soft whisp'ring zephyrs breathed this in my ear, "The wisdom of God in these blossoms appear." I've looked on the mayflower, spring's earliest child,-- It peeped... Poems - Post by : carpunky - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2907

To A Butterfly In My Chamber To A Butterfly In My Chamber

To A Butterfly In My Chamber
Whence art thou, frail, wand'ring stranger, Softly flitting round my bed? Is thy life exposed to danger? Are thy friends and kindred dead? Does the cold rude breath of autumn, Chill thy little fragile form? Hast thou come to seek a shelter From the dreaded gath'ring storm? Art thou now our friendship trying? Wouldst thou test the vows we made, When thou was so gaily flying 'Round us, 'neath the fragrant... Poems - Post by : binary - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2196

The Invalid's Dream The Invalid's Dream

The Invalid's Dream
The sick girl sat with downcast eye, Her bosom heaved the deep drawn sigh, She felt that all complaint was vain, For health would ne'er return again. With pain and weariness oppressed, She sought her pillow, there to rest, While sleep a welcome visit paid, Bright scenes were to her view displayed. In fancy's magic glass, she sees Her cheek, long faded by disease, The rose of health blooms there again, 'Tis no deceitful hectic stain. Lightly... Poems - Post by : Larry_Simons - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 2269

To A Sister While Dangerously Ill To A Sister While Dangerously Ill

To A Sister While Dangerously Ill
O Sister! Sister! can it be That thou must droop, and die? Still blending on thy fair young cheek, The rose and lily vie. But burning fever is the root From whence those roses spring; While pain and suffering, on thy brow, Those snowy lilies fling.(The end)Sarah S. Mower's poem: To A Sister While Dangerously Ill... Poems - Post by : gnkwako - Date : November 2011 - Author : Sarah S. Mower - Read : 842