Please Spare That Old House
LonelinessPlease Spare That Old House
903
There's an old rustic est that stands in a square,
For ninety-odd years that cot has stood there,
Surrounded by trees and a fence that is worn,
I's the home of my forefathers, there I was born
But misfortune…
For the New Year.
LonelinessFor the New Year.
By HENRY VAN DYKE.
122.5.
These are the gifts I ask
Of thee, Spirit serene;
Strength for the dally task,
Courage to face the road,
Good cheer to help me bear the traveler's load.
And, for the hours of rest that come between,…
Over the HIlls
LonelinessOver the HIlls.
115.5
Over the bills and far away
A little boy steals from his mornfug's play,
And under the blossoming apple tree
He lies and he dreams of the things to be;
Of battles fought and of victories won.
Of wrongs o'erthrown…
The World Went Well With Me Then
LonelinessThe World Went Well With Me Then
By T C Barhaton
899
When I was a young mathemahuben,
When I was a young man, oil then
I married a wife, and I settled in
And the world it went well with me them ah Uren
My wife she took wiek, oh, than, oh,…
The World Went Well With Me Then
LonelinessThe World Went Well With Me Then.
By T. C Barhaton
89.9
When I was a young mathemahuben,
When I was a young man, oil then
I married a wife, and I settled in
And the world it went well with me them ah. Uren.
My wife she took wiek, oh, than,…
The Bird With The Broken Pinion
LonelinessThe Bird With the Broken Pinion
610
I walked through the woodland meadows,
Where sweet the thrushes sing
And found on a bed of mosses,
A bird with a broken wing
I healed its wound, and each morning
It sang its old sweet strain;
But the…
The Widow Malone
LonelinessThe Widow Malone.
By Charles Lever.
64.1
Did ye hear of the Widow Mulone,
Who lived in the town of Athlone. Ochone! Alone?
Oh! she meited the hearts
Of the swaing in them parts.
So lovely the Widow Malone Ochone!
So lovely the Widow Malone.…
The Widow Malone
LonelinessThe Widow Malone
By Charles Lever
641
Did ye hear of the Widow Mulone,
Who lived in the town of Athlone Ochone! Alone?
Oh! she meited the hearts
Of the swaing in them parts
So lovely the Widow Malone Ochone!
So lovely the Widow Malone Or more
Of…