Eliza Lee Follen
Eliza Lee Follen Poems
|2.||Butterflies Are Pretty Things||9/6/2010|
|3.||Do You Guess It Is I?||9/6/2010|
|4.||Frolic In The Snow||9/6/2010|
|5.||Her Voyage Is At An End||9/6/2010|
|6.||It Can'T Be So||9/6/2010|
|7.||Lines on Nonsense||6/9/2015|
|9.||My Little Doll Rose||9/6/2010|
|11.||Stop! Stop! Pretty Water||9/6/2010|
|12.||The Captive Eagle||9/6/2010|
|13.||The Exiled Stranger||9/6/2010|
|14.||The Farm Yard||9/6/2010|
|15.||The Pin, Needle, And Scissors, A Fable||9/6/2010|
|16.||The Spirit Giveth Life||9/6/2010|
|17.||The Stars And The Babies||9/6/2010|
|18.||The Sun Is Up||9/6/2010|
|19.||To A Friend||9/6/2010|
|20.||Walter And His Dog||9/6/2010|
|21.||Where Is Thy Brother?||9/6/2010|
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In little Annie's garden
Grew all sorts of posies;
There were pinks, and mignonette,
And tulips, and roses.
Sweet peas, and morning glories,
A bed of violets blue,
And marigolds, and asters,
In Annie's garden grew.
There the bees went for honey,
And the humming-birds too;
And there the pretty butterflies
And the lady-birds flew.
And there among her flowers,
Every bright and pleasant day,
In her own pretty garden
Little Annie went to play.
Her Voyage Is At An End
Hushed was the ocean's stormy roar,
Still as an infant's joy:
There sat upon the rocky shore
A father and his boy.
Far off they saw a gallant ship;
It came from foreign lands:
The boy began to dance and skip,
And clap his little hands.
Her wished-for port is near at hand;