Poems by Louisa May Alcott

Sorted by title, showing title and first line

"'Y' are the maiden posies,
We mourn the loss of our little pet,
"A little bird I am,
A little grey curl from my father's head
Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
Like Bunyan's pilgrim with his pack,
'"And if your Nancy frowns, my lad,
"Beds to the front of them,
'The puir auld folk at home, ye mind,
Brighter shone the golden shadows;
"In China there lived a little man,
In a quiet, pleasant meadow,
"Dear Grif,
"Don't drive me away,
The moonlight fades from flower and tree,
"We are sending you, dear flowers,
"For myself alone, I would not be
I am the monarch of the Sea,
Love comes to all soon or late,
"So he took up his bow,
"J'avais une colombe blanche,
From our happy home
'Give me freshening breeze, my boys,
"He prayeth best who loveth best
He that is down need fear no fall,
'"Healfast, healfast, ye hero wounds;
"Hello! hello!
"Here is the bracelet
"Here's a nut, there's a nut;
Hither, hither, from thy home,
"I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty;
"I wish I had a quiet tomb,
"I write about the butterfly,
Four little chests all in a row,
"Bright shines the summer sun,
'"Listening to celestial lays,
"Little drops of water,
The moon had climbed the eastern hill
"Awake! awake! for the earliest gleam
My bonnie flower, with truest joy
Sitting patient in the shadow
A little kingdom I possess,
"Nearer, my God, to thee,
"Not a sparrow falleth but its God doth know,
"Now hark, little May,
"O lion, grand,
'Oh my heart is sad and weary
"Oh, have you e'er heard of Kate Kearney?
'Oh, Peggy was a jolly lass,
"Oh, Timballoo! how happy we are,
"Quee, quee!
"Rock a bye, babies,
"Rosy, my dear,
"No, no, come and fly
"Splash, dash!
"Summer days are over,
"Sweet are the flowers of life,
"Sweet! Sweet!
"Sweet! Sweet!
Sweet, sweet days are passing
'Sweetest of maidens, oh, how can I tell
'Tell the dear old body
"What shall little children bring
Two Yankee maids of simple mien,
There grew a fragrant rose-tree where the brook flows,
God bless you, dear Queen Bess!
They saw again the crocus bloom,
'Oh, were I a heliotrope,
"There are no flowers in the fields,
"To one who teaches me
In high Olympus' sacred shade
"Welcome, maids of honor,
"Welcome, mighty chief, once more
"When it comes night,
"Work, neighbor, work!