Will Carleton Great Poems

  • 1.
    Underneath an apple-tree
    Sat a dame of comely seeming,
    With her work upon her knee,
    And her great eyes idly dreaming.
    ...
  • 2.
    They're taking me to the gallows, mother--they mean to hang me high;
    They're going to gather round me there, and watch me till I die;
    All earthly joy has vanished now, and gone each mortal hope,--
    They'll draw a cap across my eyes, and round my neck a rope;
    ...
  • 3.
    There is a chillness in the air--
    A coldness in the smile of day;
    And e'en the sunbeam's crimson glare
    Seems shaded with a tinge of gray.
    ...
  • 4.
    The Editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care,
    His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair,
    His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his head,
    His eyes on his dusty old table, with different documents spread:
    ...
  • 5.
    I, who was always counted, they say,
    Rather a bad stick any way,
    Splintered all over with dodges and tricks,
    Known as "the worst of the Deacon's six;"
    ...
  • 6.
    Some men were born for great things,
    Some were born for small;
    Some--it is not recorded
    Why they were born at all;
    ...
  • 7.
    I.
    The great procession came up the street,
    With clatter of hoofs and tramp of feet;
    There was General Jones to guide the van,
    ...
  • 8.
    [As Told in 1880.]

    Year of '71, children, middle of the fall,
    On one fearful night, children, we well-nigh lost our all.
    ...
Total 8 Great Poems by Will Carleton

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