Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney

(1791-1865 / the United States)

Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney Poems

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35. Mrs. Georgiana Ives Comstock, 9/25/2010
36. Mrs. Harvey Seymour, 9/25/2010
37. Mrs. Helen Tyler Beach, 9/25/2010
38. Oak In Autumn 9/25/2010
39. Oriska 9/25/2010
40. Power Of Maternal Piety 9/25/2010
Best Poem of Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney

I Must Not Tease My Mother

I must not tease my mother,
For she is very kind;
And everything she says to me
I must directly mind;
For when I was a baby,
And could not speak or walk.
She let me in her bosom sleep,
And taught me how to talk.

I must not tease my mother;
And when she likes to read,
Or has the headache, I will step
Most silently indeed:
I will not choose a noisy play,
Nor trifling troubles tell,
But sit down quite by her side,
And try to make her well.

I must not tease my mother;
I've heard dear father say
When I was in my cradle sick
She nursed...

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Caleb Hazen Talcott,

Son of C. TALCOTT, Esq., died at Hartford, October 26th, 1860, aged
2 years and 6 months.


There came a merry voice
Forth from those lips of rose,
As tireless through its fringing flowers
The tuneful brooklet flows,

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