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Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow
? - 1870
Poetry Listing
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
Within this area you will be able to read, and give your thoughts on the poetry listed.
Please, if you find an error, let me know.
Read More About Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow below poetry list
| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Pastoral. | Oh! tell me ye shepherds, tell me I pray, | | 44 | 154 | | 2: | Acrostic. | For thee, my son, a mother's earnest prayer | 1853 | 20 | 126 | | 3: | Acrostic. | Even now I seem to see thee, | | 24 | 166 | | 4: | An Acrostic. | Merry, merry little child, | | 24 | 135 | | 5: | An Acrostic. | Cannot happiness perfect be found on this earth? | | 22 | 157 | | 6: | An Acrostic. | Ah! what is this life? It's a dream, is the reply; | 1862 | 21 | 140 | | 7: | Autumn And Sunset. | Hail, sober Autumn! thee I love, | 1852 | 24 | 159 | | 8: | Escape Of The Israelites, And Destruction Of Pharaoh. | Ah! short-sighted monarch, dost thou think to pursue | 1852 | 32 | 126 | | 9: | Feed My Lambs. | Just before the bright cloud the Saviour received, | 1852 | 28 | 135 | | 10: | For My Friend Mrs. R. | When writing to you, friend, a subject I'd find | 1852 | 67 | 132 | | 11: | For My Grand-Daughters, M. And L. - An Acrostic. | Mary and Lily - how sweet are those names, | 1852 | 14 | 107 | | 12: | For My Grandsons, Eddy And Ally. | I here engage | 1852 | 62 | 160 | | 13: | For My Niece Angeline. | In the morning of life, when all things appear bright, | 1862 | 42 | 140 | | 14: | For The S.S. Concert, In The Wayland Orthodox Church. | Feed my lambs! the Saviour said, | | 44 | 129 | | 15: | God Is Love. | Come blest Spirit from above, | | 16 | 153 | | 16: | Hymn, Sung At The Ordination Of The Rev. Henry Allen. | We meet to-day as ne'er before, | 1852 | 24 | 121 | | 17: | Let Me Die The Death Of The Righteous. | By the river Euphrates the prophet abode, | 1853 | 72 | 128 | | 18: | Life's Changes. | A fair young girl was to the altar led | 1852 | 44 | 134 | | 19: | Lines | From Erin's fair Isle to this country he came, | 1852 | 28 | 173 | | 20: | Lines. | I would frame all my doings to please thee, my God! | 1853 | 16 | 128 | | 21: | Margaret's Remembrance Of Lightfoot. | My beautiful steed, | | 25 | 143 | | 22: | My S.S. Class. | I now will endeavor, while fresh in my mind, | 1852 | 54 | 140 | | 23: | My Times Are In Thy Hand. | My times are in thy hand, my God! | 1863 | 24 | 166 | | 24: | November. | Remember the poor, in the dark chilly day, | 1862 | 36 | 148 | | 25: | Rejoinder To The Foregoing Reply. | Many, many thanks my friend, | 1852 | 56 | 138 | | 26: | Reminiscences Of The Departed. | His mission soon accomplished, | 1853 | 48 | 135 | | 27: | Reply To A Toast | Many, many kind thanks from the Waylanders fair, | 1853 | 6 | 124 | | 28: | REPLY: To A Friend In The City, From Her Friend In The Country. Which I Am Grateful For Permission To Insert. | Many thanks for your missive so charming in verse, | 1862 | 68 | 134 | | 29: | She Slumbers Still. | On a midsummer's eve she lay down to sleep, | 1852 | 28 | 135 | | 30: | Sovereignty Of God And Free Agency Of Man. | Thou art a perfect Sovereign, oh my God! | 1862 | 14 | 128 | | 31: | Take No Thought For The Morrow. | Take no thought for the morrow, the Saviour hath said, | 1853 | 20 | 157 | | 32: | The Clouds Return After The Rain. | Dark and yet darker my day's clouded o'er; | 1852 | 28 | 143 | | 33: | The Evening Of Life. | As the shadows of evening around me are falling, | 1852 | 33 | 142 | | 34: | The Great Physician. | What means that cry of anguish, | 1853 | 88 | 148 | | 35: | The Jessamine. | There are many flowers famous for fragrance and hue, | | 4 | 140 | | 36: | The Kings And Queens Of England | First, William the Norman lays claim to the crown | 1851 | 198 | 117 | | 37: | The Morning Drive. | Very like to a dream, | 1853 | 30 | 135 | | 38: | The Nocturnal Visit. | Lo the curtains of night around Palestine fall, | 1852 | 36 | 127 | | 39: | To A Friend In The City, From Her Friend In The Country. | By especial request I take up my pen, | 1862 | 59 | 131 | | 40: | To Mr. C.R. | They say the sun is shining | 1853 | 56 | 117 | | 41: | To My Daughter Elizabeth. | Two flowers upon one parent stem | 1852 | 22 | 134 | | 42: | To My Friend Mr. J. Ellis. | To thee, the guardian of my youthful days, | 1852 | 33 | 119 | | 43: | To My Friend Mrs. Lloyd | My very dear friend | 1852 | 110 | 117 | | 44: | To My Husband. | Just two-and-forty years have passed | 1853 | 24 | 159 | | 45: | To My Missionary Friends, Mr. And Mrs. I.G. Bliss. | Why, dear friends, oh! tell us wherefore | | 48 | 122 | | 46: | To My Niece, Mrs. M.A. Caldwell. | When days are dark and spirits low, | 1853 | 40 | 139 | | 47: | Winter. | His thundering car | 1852 | 94 | 164 | | 48: | Written Upon Receiving A New Year's Gift. | I have a little Grandchild dear, | 1852 | 12 | 135 |
About:
They were hastily written from the impulse of the moment, for my own entertainment, and that of my youngest grand-daughter, without the remotest idea of printing them. This is my apology for the careless, familiar style in which they were composed. At the request of my children I concluded to print them, when it would have been highly proper to have furnished my royal personages with a dress more befitting the occasion. But the state of my eyes rendered it very inconvenient, if not hazardous to attempt it.
And as they are only intended to visit a few of my friends, I trust to their good nature to excuse the homely garb in which they are presented.
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