daughter - Popular Poems and stories from category

HE is yet a child in years,
Twelve springs are on her face,
Yet in her slender form
The woman's perfect grace

Too soon you wearied of our tears
And then you danced with spangled feet,
Leading Belshazzar's chattering courtA-tinkling through the shadowy street
With mead they came, with chants of shame

Here lies, to each her parents' ruth,
Mary, the daughter of their youth;
Yet all heaven's gifts being heaven's due,
It makes the father less to rue

Linda, you are leaving your old body now,
It lies flat, an old butterfly, all arm, all leg, all wing, loose as an old dress
I reach out toward it but my fingers turn to cankers and I am motherwarm and used, just as your childhood is used...

A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,   Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry
And I'll give thee a silver pound,   To row us o'er the ferry
"- "Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle   This dark and stormy water
" "O,

Looking into my daughter’s eyes I read Beneath the innocence of morning flesh Concealed, hintings of death she does not heed
Coldest of winds have blown this hair, and mesh Of seaweed snarled these miniatures of hands;
The night’s slow p...

Why is the world at peace
This may astonish you a little but when you realise howeasily Mrs
Charles Bianco sells the work of Americanpainters to American millionaires you will recognize thatauthorities are constrained to be relieved

A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,