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Born in February 22, 1838 / Died in June 4, 1912 / United States / English

Poems by Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

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To A Pair Of Gloves

... . . . Singin'-like, she turned ter go, ...

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Scarlet Flowers

... But above The scarlet flowers bravely grow ...

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On Fifth Avenue

... But not before I had seen the tenderness in her eyes - ...

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Waterin’ Th' Horses

...   O' course they have their buildings large an' tall ...

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Peaks

... I have struggled up through the lightning's glare, ...

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The Haunted House

...   rays Had touched it with the glory of other, sweeter days ...

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The River And The Tree

...   day, And they found they liked each other (which is often ...

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Are The Children At Home?

... -   And I sing, in my quivering treble, &emsp ...

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Preface

...   Roads reach to strife, to happiness, to fame - ...

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At Dawn

...   eyes, I live, and my soul starts forward, to challenge the ...

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Abraham Lincoln

...   Met were the Man and the Hour--Man who was strong for the shock-- ...

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From A City Window

... Where the sky seems close and the drifting clouds ...

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Autumn Song

... As we take the road together when the red leaves fly ...

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To An Old Schoolhouse

...   The ghosts that sit at the well-scarred seats, ...

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The Sin Of Omission

... Which you had no time nor thought for ...