Mary Botham Howitt
Mary Botham Howitt Poems
|1.||Let Mammon's Sons With Visage Lean||9/28/2010|
|2.||The Fossil Elephant||9/28/2010|
|4.||The Rose Of May||9/28/2010|
|5.||Religious Reflections On Winter: The Creator To Be Praised For All Things||9/28/2010|
|6.||The Clock Is On The Stroke Of Six||9/28/2010|
|7.||The Sea Fowler||9/28/2010|
|8.||The Unregarded Toils Of The Poor||9/28/2010|
|9.||The Old Man's Story||9/28/2010|
|11.||The Broom Flower||9/28/2010|
|12.||Summer Song Of The Strawberry-Girl||9/28/2010|
|14.||The Sparrow's Nest||9/28/2010|
|17.||The Spider And The Fly||9/28/2010|
The Spider And The Fly
Will you walk into my parlour?' said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to show when you are there.'
Oh no, no,' said the little Fly, 'to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.'
'I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?' said the Spider to the Fly.
'There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest...
Oh! fragrant dwellers of the lea,
When first the wild wood rings
With each sound of vernal minstrelsy,
When fresh the green grass springs!
What can the blessed spring restore,
More gladd'ning than your charms?
Bringing the memory once more
Of lovely fields and farms!