Hannah Flagg Gould

(1789-1865 / the United States)

Hannah Flagg Gould Poems

1. A Name In The Sand 10/8/2010
2. Address To The Automaton Chess Player 10/8/2010
3. Sunrise To The Slave 10/8/2010
4. The Black At Church 10/8/2010
5. The Crocus's Soliloquy 10/8/2010
6. The Dissatisfied Angler Boy 10/8/2010
7. The Dying Storm 10/8/2010
8. The Empaled Butterfly 10/8/2010
9. The Fly's Revenge 10/8/2010
10. The Frost 10/8/2010
11. The Indian Boy With His Father's Bow 10/8/2010
12. The Maniac 10/8/2010
13. The Pebble And The Acorn 10/8/2010
14. The Scar Of Lexington 10/8/2010
15. The Slave Mother’s Prayer 10/8/2010
16. The Voice Of The Eagle 10/8/2010
17. Who Is My Neighbor? 10/8/2010

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The Frost

The Frost looked forth, one still, clear night,
And he said, 'Now I shall be out of sight;
So through the valley and over the height
In silence I'll take my way.
I will not go like that blustering train,
The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain,
Who make so much bustle and noise in vain,
But I'll be as busy as they!'

Then he went to the mountain, and powdered its crest,
He climbed up the trees, and their boughs he dressed
With diamonds and pearls, and over the breast
Of the quivering lake he spread
A coat of mail, that it need not fear
The ...

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The Crocus's Soliloquy

Down in my solitude under the snow,
Where nothing cheering can reach me;
Here, without light to see how to grow,
I'll trust to nature to teach me.

I will not despair, nor be idle, nor frown,
Lock'd in so gloomy a dwelling;
My leaves shall run up, and my roots shall run down,
While the bud in my bosom is swelling.

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