Phoebe Cary Poems

Suppose, my little lady,
Your doll should break her head,
Could you make it whole by crying
Till your eyes and nose are red?
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A Story of Holland
The good dame looked from her cottage
At the close of the pleasant day,
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One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o’er and o’er;
I am nearer home to-day
Than I ever have been before;
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HE dwelt among 'apartments let,'
About five stories high;
A man I thought that none would get,
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When lovely woman wants a favor,
And finds, too late, that man won't bend,
What earthly circumstance can save her
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The crocus rose from her snowy bed
As she felt the spring’s caresses,
And the willow from her graceful head
Shook out her yellow tresses.
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We were crowded in the cabin,
Not a soul had room to sleep;
It was midnight on the waters,
And the banks were very steep.
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“Now, good-wife, bring your precious hoard,”
The Norland farmer cried,
“And heap the hearth, and heap the board,
For the blessed Christmas-tide.
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My friend, 0, my dearly beloved!
O, do you feel, do you know,
How the times and the seasons are going;
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The day is done, and darkness
From the wing of night is loosed,
As a feather is wafted downward,
From a chicken going to roost.
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