Charles Hanson Towne

(1847-1949 / United States)

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  • Doris (10/16/2018 10:33:00 AM)

    Looking for The Old Man; s Late

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  • Margaret Paterson (10/11/2018 1:55:00 PM)

    trying to find more about the poem written by Charles Hanson Towne entitled the hammers of theClyde, which i have a copy of

  • Prying1 Books Prying1 Books (12/15/2012 9:18:00 AM)

    The poem around the Corner is in Towne's book, 'A World of Windows' 1919 George Doran Co. Publisher. Don't know if this is the first appearance of it but it is in the table of contents...

  • Cori Bryson (8/8/2005 9:09:00 PM)

    i too wish to know when this poem orgianlly titled around the corner was written by Mr. Towne Mr. nufer plz email me about this poem b/c i have a couple of questions about the origianl author

  • Ed Nufer (2/19/2005 11:44:00 AM)

    Trying to find poem, date wriitten, by Charles Hanson Towne named Around the Corne. Thank you for any information you can share.
    Thank you,

  • Ed Nufer (2/19/2005 11:43:00 AM)

    Trying to find poem, date wriitten, by Charles Hanson Towne name Around the Corne. Thank you for any information you can share.
    Thank you,

Best Poem of Charles Hanson Towne

Around The Corner

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him',
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow ...

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City Roofs

Roof-tops, roof-tops, what do you cover?
Sad folk, bad folk, and many a glowing lover;
Wise people, simple people, children of despair --
Roof-tops, roof-tops, hiding pain and care.

Roof-tops, roof-tops, O what sin you're knowing,
While above you in the sky the white clouds are blowing;
While beneath you, agony and dolor and grim strife
Fight the olden battle, the olden war of Life.

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