Ellis Parker Butler

(5 December 1869 - 13 September 1937 / Muscatine / Iowa / United States)

Ellis Parker Butler Poems

41. Valentine To The Girl In Black 4/20/2010
42. Would You Believe It? 4/20/2010
43. The Poor Boy’s Christmas 4/20/2010
44. When Ida Puts Her Armor On 4/20/2010
45. To Jessica, Gone Back To The City 4/20/2010
46. Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; Ii: 4/20/2010
47. The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough 4/20/2010
48. Merry Christmas And Happy New Year! 4/20/2010
49. Millennium 4/20/2010
50. How'D You Like It? 4/20/2010
51. Cupid Caught Napping 4/20/2010
52. A Scotchman Whose Name Was Isbister 4/20/2010
53. A St. Valentine’s Day Tragedy 4/20/2010
54. Deer 4/20/2010
55. A Question 4/20/2010
56. Judgment Day 4/20/2010
57. The Rich Boy's Christmas 4/20/2010
58. Western 4/20/2010
59. Night In The City 1/1/2004
60. The Ballade Of The Automobile 1/13/2003
61. Good - Better - Best 1/1/2004
62. A Pastoral 4/20/2010
63. The Hunter 4/20/2010
64. Bird Nesting 4/20/2010
65. A Study In Feeling 4/20/2010
66. Why Washington Retreated 1/13/2003
67. Why I Went To The Foot 4/20/2010
68. No Beer, No Work 4/20/2010
69. A Minute 4/20/2010
70. A Lost Angel 4/20/2010
71. The Water Nymphs 4/20/2010
72. The Golf Walk 4/20/2010
73. Mary Had A Little Frog 4/20/2010
74. The Ballad Of A Bachelor 1/13/2003

Comments about Ellis Parker Butler

There is no comment submitted by members..
Best Poem of Ellis Parker Butler

The Ballad Of A Bachelor

Listen, ladies, while I sing
The ballad of John Henry King.

John Henry was a bachelor,
His age was thirty-three or four.

Two maids for his affection vied,
And each desired to be his bride,

And bravely did they strive to bring
Unto their feet John Henry King.

John Henry liked them both so well,
To save his life he could not tell

Which he most wished to be his bride,
Nor was he able to decide.

Fair Kate was jolly, bright, and gay,
And sunny as a summer day;

Marie was kind, sedate, and sweet,
With gentle ways and manners ...

Read the full of The Ballad Of A Bachelor

Night In The City

The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town,
And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays
The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist
And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze.

From moisty eaves the drops fall slowly down
To strike with leaden sound the walk below,
And in dark, murky pools upon the street
The water stands, as lacking life to flow.

[Report Error]