Poems by Louisa May Alcott | Poetree

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For Myself Alone, I Would Not Be

For Myself Alone, I Would Not Be

"For myself alone, I would not be

Ambitious in my wish; but, for you,

I would be trebled twenty times myself;

A thousand times more fair,

Ten thousand times more rich."

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Don't Drive Me Away

Don't Drive Me Away

"Don't drive me away,

But hear what I say:

Bad men want the gold;

They will steal it to-night,

And you must take flight;

So be quiet and busy and bold."

"Slip away with me,

And you will see

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Lily-Bell and Thistledown Song II

Lily-Bell and Thistledown Song II

Thistledown in prison sings:

Bright shines the summer sun,

Soft is the summer air;

Gayly the wood-birds sing,

Flowers are blooming fair.

But, deep in the dark, cold rock,

Sadly I dwell,

Longing for thee, dear friend,

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The Rose Family - Song I

The Rose Family - Song I

O flower at my window

Why blossom you so fair,

With your green and purple cup

Upturned to sun and air?

'I bloom, blithesome Bessie,

To cheer your childish heart;

The world is full of labor,

And this shall be my part.'

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Little Paul

Little Paul

CHEERFUL voices by the sea-side

Echoed through the summer air,

Happy children, fresh and rosy,

Sang and sported freely there,

Often turning friendly glances,

Where, neglectful of them all,

On his bed among the gray rocks,

Mused the pale child, little Paul.

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The Rose Family - Song II

The Rose Family - Song II

O lesson well and wisely taught

Stay with me to the last,

That all my life may better be

For the trial that is past.

O vanity, mislead no more!

Sleep, like passions, long!

Wake, happy heart, and dance again

To the music of my song!

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Thoreau's Flute

Thoreau's Flute

We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead;

His pipe hangs mute beside the river

Around it wistful sunbeams quiver,

But Music's airy voice is fled.

Spring mourns as for untimely frost;

The bluebird chants a requiem;

The willow-blossom waits for him;

The Genius of the wood is lost."

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From The Short Story Shadow-Children

From The Short Story Shadow-Children

Little shadows, little shadows

Dancing on the chamber wall,

While I sit beside the hearthstone

Where the red flames rise and fall.

Caps and nightgowns, caps and nightgowns,

My three antic shadows wear;

And no sound they make in playing,

For the six small feet are bare.

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A Little Bird I Am

A Little Bird I Am

"A little bird I am,

Shut from the fields of air,

And in my cage I sit and sing

To Him who placed me there:

Well pleased a prisoner to be,

Because, my God, it pleases Thee!

"Naught have I else to do;

I sing the whole day long;

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Little Nell

Little Nell

GLEAMING through the silent church-yard,

Winter sunlight seemed to shed

Golden shadows like soft blessings

O'er a quiet little bed,

Where a pale face lay unheeding

Tender tears that o'er it fell;

No sorrow now could touch the heart

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The Lay Of A Golden Goose

The Lay Of A Golden Goose

Long ago in a poultry yard

One dull November morn,

Beneath a motherly soft wing

A little goose was born.

Who straightway peeped out of the shell

To view the world beyond,

Longing at once to sally forth

And paddle in the pond.

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Our Little Ghost

Our Little Ghost

Oft, in the silence of the night,

When the lonely moon rides high,

When wintry winds are whistling,

And we hear the owl's shrill cry,

In the quiet, dusky chamber,

By the flickering firelight,

Rising up between two sleepers,

Comes a spirit all in white.

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