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Farewell To My Harp Farewell To My Harp

Farewell To My Harp
Farewell my rude Harp and my still ruder Lyre! For season your tones may not fall on my ear;At the bench will hard labor repress rhyming fire, And Fact over Fancy triumphant appear.Yet I will remember the exquisite pleasure For full thirty years freely rendered by you;How oft in that time you have proved a rich treasure-- Still constant abiding and evermore true.Again and again bring afresh to my mind. How in youth your wild minstrelsy ravished my soulTill I became daily to musings inclined, And strong, gushing impulse that scarce brooked control.I oft will... Poems - Post by : Christy - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 803

To My Wife, On The 30th Anniversary Of Our Wedding Day To My Wife, On The 30th Anniversary Of Our Wedding Day

To My Wife, On The 30th Anniversary Of Our Wedding Day
SEPTEMBER 26, 1877.Full thirty years of wedded bliss, My darling wife, we have enjoyed;And still I can with rapture kiss Thy sweet, chaste lips--for I am voidOf every fear that thou wilt fail To love me till our race is run.Our mutual love is still as hale As though we had but just begun To link our fate In marriage state, Where joys for sorrows compensate.So, filled with sense of God's rich love, Let us those decades three review;For though we have with trials strove... Poems - Post by : kevins - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 2763

To My Wife, On The 25th Anniversary Of Our Wedding Day To My Wife, On The 25th Anniversary Of Our Wedding Day

To My Wife, On The 25th Anniversary Of Our Wedding Day
SEPTEMBER 26, 1872.Dear Bride of five-and-twenty years, I gladly give to thee this song.That thou wilt spurn it I've no fears, For love still reigns within thee strong,And will reign long as life shall last; For it has stood the fiery testOf anguished moments in the past-- When out of pain came peaceful rest, Until our life Of toil and strifeIs joyful still, my darling wife.When last I penned a lay to thee I little dreamt that youthful charmsWould cling to thee at forty-three; But now the thought my... Poems - Post by : Paul_Short - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 3877

To My Wife, On The 13th Anniversary Of Our Wedding Day To My Wife, On The 13th Anniversary Of Our Wedding Day

To My Wife, On The 13th Anniversary Of Our Wedding Day
Sept. 26, 1860.A thousand joys, my darling wife, Be thine on this our marriage day!And now I'll sing; for such a life As we have led deserves a layFresh-gushing from a heart like mine-- By thee well known to be sincere.O are charms compared with thine? Which, after years of toil appear More fresh and fair, Though much of care Has fallen daily to thy share.On me old Time has marked his flight-- My outward frame doth tell me this;But still, sweet dove, my heart's as light... Poems - Post by : Todd_Couch - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 3225

To My Daughter Ida, When Three Months Old To My Daughter Ida, When Three Months Old

To My Daughter Ida, When Three Months Old
Ida, it is a burning shameThat thy short, sweet poetic nameHas not a single lay called forthFrom my cranium since thy birth!Thy pale-face, brown-eyed style of beautyEvery day points out my duty.Conscience, too, whispers 'tis not rightThat I this task should longer slight.So now I take thee on my kneeAnd woo the Muse right eagerly,In earnest hope she'll lend her aidUntil this tribute be well paid.Ida, thou art of babes the best;This much at least must be confessed,Unless thy mother's words are wrong--Words shadowing forth Affection strong.Thou art indeed, sweet tempered pet,As good a child as I have met.And oh, my... Poems - Post by : superblues - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 3494

To Fredric To Fredric

To Fredric
Fred, thou art six months old This very day!And I no more withold From thee a lay.That rosy, smiling face-- Thou need not fear--Has weeks since claimed a place 'Midst "rhyming gear."Thy winning, childish pranks Make further claimTo set thee in the ranks Of infant fame.But when I think what troubles Thou hast passed through,The obligation doubles What I've to do--In rhyming for thee, Fred, My dark-eyed boy;And I have left my bed To sing the joy.I feel from day to day In seeing theeSo full of lively play--... Poems - Post by : chrisf - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 1227

To Amelia, My Last Infant Daughter To Amelia, My Last Infant Daughter

To Amelia, My Last Infant Daughter
On the fifth of chill November Came my Amie unto me,Adding one more lovely member To my numerous family.Daughter, thou art welcome truly To the care we can bestow;May we do our duty duly While we stay with thee below.Think not, daughter, we will slight thee, Since so many claim our love;Gladly--wish we to delight thee, As we look for help Above.Thou art to us, little charmer, Dear as any child we own;And our love to each grows warmer For the sorrows we have known.Take then, daughter, take our blessing, It comes... Poems - Post by : worc9672 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 3088

To Alfred, Just Learning To Walk To Alfred, Just Learning To Walk

To Alfred, Just Learning To Walk
O, Alfred dear, thou wilt, I fear, Get burned before 'tis long;Thy little tricks with fiery sticks Have called forth this my song.That roguish eye seems to defy All I can say or do.Thy chubby face does not disgrace The food thou art used to.Come now, my boy, thy skill employ In walking to Papa;Well, now, my child, I own I smiled To see thee choose thy Ma.But still I will that thou fulfill My just commands to thee;Sometime I shall soon make thee squall For disobeying me!And now a walk or else... Poems - Post by : magicmalcolm - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 1066

To My Dear Little Boys, James, Christopher And Alfred To My Dear Little Boys, James, Christopher And Alfred

To My Dear Little Boys, James, Christopher And Alfred
Three lovely boys who bear my name,Have all upon me equal claim,And seem to ask a rhyme from me--A humble poet as you see.James, Christopher and Alfred, dear,You often do my spirit cheer,Each in his own most charming way,From hour to hour, from day to day.James by his often tuneful mood,And other things best understoodBy a fond parent, at the time,To he as sweet as music's chime.In him, though young, my eye can traceA something in his pretty faceWhich shows strong passion lurks withinThat childish breast--the fruit of sin.I also think I truly seeA trait somewhat too miserly.I may be wrong--I... Poems - Post by : AskShari - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 2383

To The Same, When Away From Home To The Same, When Away From Home

To The Same, When Away From Home
Oh, when will my beloved come To her own home again?Surely it will not be my doomTo miss her always in each room, And of her loss complain.Dear Chris and Jenny wish her home, And ask why she's not here;And I in quest of her would roam,But fear to miss her much-loved form, Which I would hope is near.Yet I would not impatient be; Thou art on Mother tending.Thy love to her I like to see.It will not lessen mine to thee, Until my life is ending.And should'st thou stay another week, A month,... Poems - Post by : joweave - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 2418

To My Wife To My Wife

To My Wife
Ellen, dear, it is clearI have not half thy merits told; Sweet of life, lovely wife,More precious thou hast been than gold. Listen now; truth I trowWill be my guide while I relate What pure love, sweetest dove,Thou still hast shown in marriage state. When I'm ill thou dost fillThe office of a comforter; Soothing sickness with such quicknessThat disease seems banished far. If low spirits we inherit,Thou swiftly drivest them away By sweet song all day long,Until I feel quite young and gay. Then our house, tidy spouse,Is kept by thee so... Poems - Post by : ow24160 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 1947

Lines To My Mother, Who Died When I Was About Two Years Old Lines To My Mother, Who Died When I Was About Two Years Old

Lines To My Mother, Who Died When I Was About Two Years Old
I had a mother once, and her dear nameHas power even now to thrill my very frame,And call forth feelings which can only riseWhen Love doth view its object in the skies.So would I view thee, Mother, and rejoiceThat I have power to raise my feeble voiceAnd tell what thoughts arise within my breast,As thus I view thee entered into rest.O, say, my Mother, canst thou see thy son?Dost thou behold the poor, erratic oneWho has been tossed on Life's tempestuous waveTill he has fairly longed to find his grave?I fain would know if, when I heave a sigh,Tears e'er bedim... Poems - Post by : mbriceno - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 2999

Lines Composed At Mr. M'larty's, West Missouri, August 3, 1873 Lines Composed At Mr. M'larty's, West Missouri, August 3, 1873

Lines Composed At Mr. M'larty's, West Missouri, August 3, 1873
McLarty, I can't leave your house,Your darling daughter, charming spouse,Without at least a single rhymeCommemorating that sweet timeWhen I, with my beloved wife,Shared your dear home, with comforts rife.And now I backward cast my eyeO'er eight-and-twenty years, gone by,Since first to you the land I soldWhich now you prize far more than gold.Ah, then with trees 'twas covered o'erThousands of which are now no more;But in their stead rich, waving grain,On hill and dale and pleasant plainAbundant grows; and year by yearAdds comforts to your home so dear.Fair trout creek still flows softly by,Though not so pleasing to the eye,As when... Poems - Post by : simplecodz - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 1875

Tabby And Tibby Tabby And Tibby

Tabby And Tibby
As Tabby and Tibby were playing one day, I, watching their frolicksome mood,Greatly wondered they never got tired of play, But the secret I soon understood.For, listening, I hear on the drum of the ear, These thoughts in cat language conveyed--The which I interpret lest it should appear Of telling the truth I'm afraid.Said Tabby to Tibby: "Our master's downcast; Else why are his looks full of gloom?There's something like spectres in future or past, Which strangely before his mind loom."So, daughter, still further in frolic indulge, And thus chase his sadness away;Our motives... Poems - Post by : macleod - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 2161

The Sewing Machine The Sewing Machine

The Sewing Machine
I sing the Sewing Machine, The blessings it brings to the fair.Some of those blessings I've seen, And therefore its praises declare. 'Tis a curious thing Of which I now sing,And poets have sung it before me; But if the theme's good, 'Twill be well understoodI'm right in prolonging the story.Well finished Sewing Machine! Whose form is so graceful and neat;Thou of inventions art Queen, And to look at thy work is a treat. Each nice burnished wheel, With... Poems - Post by : Alexandria - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 1844

My Love Is No Gay, Dashing Maid (song) My Love Is No Gay, Dashing Maid (song)

My Love Is No Gay, Dashing Maid (song)
My love is no gay, dashing maid, With rosy cheeks and golden curls,Nor high-born lady well arrayed In glittering diamonds and pearls.Yet she is a lovely, loving wife, Who can blithely sing while working well;And so happy is our married life, That I on its pleasures fondly dwell. O my love is no gay, dashing maid, But a wife in matronly worth, arrayed.I've seen young girls of beauty rare, With ruby lips and sparkling eyes,Use all their charms to form a snare By which to carry off a prize.I've... Poems - Post by : ozventures - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 2927

'sumpter Has Fallen, But Freedom Is Saved' "sumpter Has Fallen, But Freedom Is Saved"

'sumpter Has Fallen, But Freedom Is Saved'
(New York Tribune, April, 1861.)Thank God 'tis so! for now we know All compromise is ended.List Lincoln's call, then freemen, all Who have from braves descended.Your Stripes and Stars, ye gallant tars, Keep proudly o'er you waving;Strike for the right with all your might, Stern danger freely braving!Ye Soldier hosts, stand to your posts Like Anderson, unflinching.Those Southern foes need heavy blows To cure them of their "lynching."A traitor's fate may them await, But yet their monstrous madnessMay work you woe for aught ye know, And fill the world with sadness.Innocent blood--of this... Poems - Post by : elenzo1 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 3321

Lines...account Of Lincoln's Departure From Springfield For Washington Lines...account Of Lincoln's Departure From Springfield For Washington

Lines...account Of Lincoln's Departure From Springfield For Washington
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE NEW YORK TRIBUNE'S ACCOUNT OF LINCOLN'S DEPARTURE FROM SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS, FOR WASHINGTON.He stood--the noble Lincoln--calm, though, sad,About to part from those with whom he livedSo many years in sweetest amity.Before him prospects which might well appalThe stoutest heart. His country, fondly cherished,But erst so great and fair, the humbled victimOf black traitors' arts, and on the vergeOf fearful ruin's widely yawning gulf.While recollections of domestic bliss,Such as but few enjoy, might well indeedMake him quite loth to leave his much loved home.With steady eye he views the concourse vast,Big thoughts fast welling from his inmost soulToo big... Poems - Post by : Asuquo - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 2565

A Call For Help For Garibaldi A Call For Help For Garibaldi

A Call For Help For Garibaldi
Canadian freemen, one and all,Respond to Garibaldi's call,And help him now to speed the fall Of fair Italia's foes.Our God this year abundance sends,Oh, spend it not for selfish ends,But give to him who RIGHT defends, And strives to heal her woes.See him as he unselfish stands,Surrounded by his patriot bands--The admiration of all lands-- Wave Freedom's banner high.He moves--acclaiming thousands waitTo open wide each city gate.And trust to him their future fate--... Poems - Post by : Josh_Anderson - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 1315

Brantford's Welcome To The Prince Of Wales, 1860 Brantford's Welcome To The Prince Of Wales, 1860

Brantford's Welcome To The Prince Of Wales, 1860
Welcome, thrice welcome, to our fair town,Albert Edward, the heir to Brittania's Crown! We hail this your visit With feelings exquisite,And all party spirit most cheerfully drown In the joy of the day; While we earnestly prayThat God's richest blessings may compass your way.No Niagara's vast glories have we,No Bridge spanning River as wide as a sea; Yet we have a county... Poems - Post by : justsurfin - Date : October 2011 - Author : Thomas Cowherd - Read : 2094