Granny
Granny's come to our house, And ho
my lawzy-daisy
All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin' crazy
Fetched a cake fer little Jake, And fetched a pie fer Nanny, And fetched a pear fer all the pack That runs to kiss their Grann...
Granny's come to our house, And ho
my lawzy-daisy
All the childern round the place Is ist a-runnin' crazy
Fetched a cake fer little Jake, And fetched a pie fer Nanny, And fetched a pear fer all the pack That runs to kiss their Grann...
I know a little country place Where still my heart doth linger, And o'er its fields is every grace Lined out by memory's finger
Back from the lane where poplar grew And aspens quake and quiver, There stands all bath'd in summer's glow A farm ...
OK I Incipit liber primus
God turne us every dreem to gode
For hit is wonder, be the rode, To my wit, what causeth swevens Either on morwes, or on evens; And why the effect folweth of somme, And of somme hit shal never come; Why that is ...
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp
The winking signal on the waste of sea
Indoors the sound of the wind
Outdoors the wind
The house was quiet and the world was calm
The reader became the book; and summer
Was like the conscious being of the book
The house was quiet and the world was calm
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: There is nothing m...
An old house, crumbling half away, all barnacled and lichen-grown,
Of saddest, mellowest, softest grey,—with a grand history of its own— Grand with the work and strife and tears of more than half a thousand years
Such delicate, tender, r...
At the back of the houses there is the wood
While there is a leaf of summer left, the
Makes sounds I can put somewhere in my song,
Has paths I can walk, when I wake, to
There's no smoke in the chimney, And the rain beats on the floor; There's no glass in the window, There's no wood in the door; The heather grows behind the house, And the sand lies before
No hand hath trained the ivy, The walls are grey and b...
PS burn in every house,
O blind one
and you cannot see them
One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will fall from you
That deaf old
With his hand to his ear—His hand to hi head stood out like a shell,
Horny and hollow
He said, "I can't hear,"He muttered, "Don't shout,
The house was just twinkling in the moon light,
And inside it twinkling with delight,
Is my baby bright
Twinkling with delight in the house twinkling with the moonlight,