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Horatio Alger, Jr.
January 13, 1832 – July 18, 1899
Poetry Listing
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Soldier's Valentine. | Just from the sentry's tramp | | 40 | 819 | | 2: | Apple-Blossoms. | I sit in the shadow of apple-boughs, | | 24 | 628 | | 3: | Barbara's Courtship. | Tis just three months and eke a day, | | 71 | 593 | | 4: | Bi-Centennial Ode | From the door of the homestead the mother looks forth, | 1860 | 40 | 748 | | 5: | Carving A Name. | I wrote my name upon the sand, | | 20 | 779 | | 6: | For The Consecration Of A Cemetery. | This verdant field that smiles to Heaven | | 24 | 709 | | 7: | Friar Anselmo. | Friar Anselmo (God's grace may he win!) | | 40 | 635 | | 8: | Gone To The War. | My Charlie has gone to the war, | | 42 | 726 | | 9: | Grand'Ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving | Underneath protected branches, from the highway just aloof; | | 72 | 604 | | 10: | Harvard Odes. | Fair Harvard, dear guide of our youth's golden days; | | 96 | 704 | | 11: | He Discourseth Of A Common Prayer. | Yet look at the thousands whose every day prayer, | | 4 | 623 | | 12: | He Discourseth Of The Wherefore Of Bachelorism. | What else do we live for in this world beside? | | 24 | 671 | | 13: | He Discourseth Of Trouble And Sorrow. | What else do they live for? They live but for this; | | 6 | 629 | | 14: | He Discourseth Of What Some Mortals Live For. | What else do they live for in this world beside? | | 15 | 642 | | 15: | He Imploreth Mercy Upon Those Condemned With Fashionable Folly To Marry, And Illustrateth Their Condition. | Now heaven in mercy be kind to the wretch, | | 24 | 626 | | 16: | He Imploreth Merry For Other Unfortunate Beings. | Now heaven in mercy be kind to the wretches | | 12 | 576 | | 17: | He Moralizeth Upon What A Day May Bring Forth. | To-morrow!" who'll warrant to-morrow we'll see? | | 25 | 603 | | 18: | How The Author Sometimes Dines. | And now by your leave I will try to expound it, | | 14 | 720 | | 19: | John Maynard. | Twas on Lake Erie's broad expanse | | 96 | 650 | | 20: | June. | Throw open wide your golden gates, | | 12 | 665 | | 21: | King Cotton. | King Cotton looks from his window | | 44 | 782 | | 22: | Last Words. | Dear Charlie," breathed a soldier, | | 88 | 752 | | 23: | Little Charlie. | A violet grew by the river-side, | | 40 | 641 | | 24: | Merdle The Banker. | Now Merdle this day having toss'd with his horns | | 10 | 687 | | 25: | Mrs. Browning's Grave At Florence. | Florence wears an added grace, | | 24 | 646 | | 26: | Mrs. Merdle Accepteth Of A Slight Dinner, Suitable For A Woman Suffering With Dyspepsia. | Some turkey? why yes--the least mite will suffice; | | 12 | 666 | | 27: | Mrs. Merdle At Home. | She Discourseth of Nothing to Eat and the Cost thereof. | | 44 | 686 | | 28: | Mrs. Merdle Describeth Her Doctor. | But he's an old fogy, you may know by this sign | | 10 | 617 | | 29: | Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Again On Dinner. | But you are not eating, and I fear that the fish, | | 20 | 637 | | 30: | Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Hygiene And Fish Sauce. | But this is concocted by rules so complete; | | 22 | 642 | | 31: | Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Pudding. | A pudding! why yes, as I live, too, it's plum; | | 68 | 794 | | 32: | Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of The Necessity Of Good Wine And Other Matters. | So while we are eating the fruits of the vine, | | 48 | 772 | | 33: | Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Things Earthly. | No matter how costly or flimsy her dresses, | | 22 | 649 | | 34: | Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Things Eatable. | Now Colonel, to husband you need not be winking, | | 14 | 629 | | 35: | Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Wishes And Her Sufferings. | If wishes were horses'--I've heard when a girl | | 20 | 667 | | 36: | Mrs. Merdle Doubts Paradise's Uneating Pleasure. | Though Houris are handsome, though lovely the place | | 18 | 662 | | 37: | Mrs. Merdle Goes To Market. | With prices outrageous they charge now for meat, | | 12 | 658 | | 38: | Mrs. Merdle Ordereth The Second Course. | Come, John, Jane, and Susan, the soup take away, | | 8 | 646 | | 39: | Mrs. Merdle Suggesteth That Dinner Being Finished, The Gentlement Will Smoke. In The Meantime, She Discourseth. | Now Merdle--now Colonel--I know you are waiting. | | 40 | 645 | | 40: | Mrs. Merdle, Having "Nibbled A Little" For Two Hours At Dinner, Retireth From The Table Unsatisfied. | I never have time to half finish my eating | | 14 | 584 | | 41: | My Castle. | I have a beautiful castle, | | 56 | 613 | | 42: | Nothing To Eat | I'll nibble a little at what I have got. | | 779 | 612 | | 43: | Nothing To Eat. The Argument | Though famine prevails not at all in the city; | | 16 | 718 | | 44: | Out Of Egypt. | To Egypt's king, who ruled beside | | 60 | 729 | | 45: | Phoebe's Wooing. | Phoebe! Phoebe! Where is the chit? | | 80 | 594 | | 46: | Places Where Mortals Dine. | The case, too, was urgent, for there stood a sinner, | | 26 | 735 | | 47: | Rose In The Garden. | Thirty years have come and gone, | | 84 | 644 | | 48: | Song Of The Croaker. | An old frog lived in a dismal swamp, | | 40 | 740 | | 49: | St. Nicholas. | In the far-off Polar seas, | | 79 | 568 | | 50: | Summer Hours. | It is the year's high noon, | | 40 | 712 | | 51: | The Church At Stratford-On-Avon. | One autumn day, when hedges yet were green, | | 24 | 585 | | 52: | The Confession. | I am glad that you have come, | | 60 | 657 | | 53: | The Dinner Table Talk. | Now soup, if you like made of beef very nice, | | 16 | 689 | | 54: | The Dinner-bell Rings. | But come, now, I hear by the sound of the ringing | | 17 | 676 | | 55: | The Invitation. | While waiting debating I stated before, | | 16 | 679 | | 56: | The Lost Heart. | One golden summer day, | | 63 | 629 | | 57: | The Merdle Origin. | Now Merdle, en passant, I had known for a score | | 60 | 683 | | 58: | The Object Aimed At. | But what "lady patron" as queen holds the sway; | | 6 | 738 | | 59: | The Poet Moralizeth - He Discourseth To Those Who Gorge And Complain. | Oh! Kitty Malone--Mrs. Merdle 'tis now | | 8 | 602 | | 60: | The Price Of Victory. | A Victory! --a victory!" | | 48 | 757 | | 61: | The Proof - The Queen Of Fashion | The point I advance, if it need confirmation, | | 20 | 678 | | 62: | The Whippoorwill And I. | In the hushed hours of night, when the air quite still, | | 32 | 950 | | 63: | Things That Mortals Eat There. | And what do you eat in the mess there compounded? | | 30 | 662 | | 64: | What Another Poet Did. | Another expounder of life's thorny mazes | | 8 | 750 | | 65: | Where Is My Boy To-Night? | When the clouds in the Western sky | | 48 | 694 |
About:
Horatio Alger, Jr. was a 19th-century American author who wrote approximately 135 dime novels. Many of his works have been described as rags to riches stories, illustrating how down-and-out boys might be able to achieve the American Dream of wealth and success through hard work, courage, determination, and concern for others.
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