Poems by Henry Clay Work
The Picture on the Wall
... Than that which binds me to this sweet, to this sweet ...
The Ship That Never Returned
... There were sad farewells, there were friends forsaken, and her fate is still unlearned, ...
Drop the Pink Curtains
... Baby girl, my beauty! the dawn soon will shine, ...
Come Home, Father!
... You said you were coming right home from the shop, ...
Sweet Echo Dell
... It was there we softly said "Farewell!" ("Farewell!") ...
The Parrot and the Billy-Goat
... Then burst the big bass drum, and went headforemost thro' the hole ...
The Silver Horn
... For the land that we love our powers were spent ...
No Letters From Home!
... Like the clouds that have sipp'd at the Eastern fountains ...
Who Shall Rule This American Nation?
... Was our time and our treasure all squander'd ...
The Lost Letter
... "When she learns how she wrongs me, my darling will write!" ...
Washington and Lincoln
... Earth's weary bond men shall listen with cheer- ...
Our Last Grand Camping Ground
... But now they cast them down, and each receives a crown, ...
We'll Go Down Ourselves
... " I strove to frame the question fair - ...
