Horatio Alger, Jr. Poetry Listing Horatio Alger, Jr. Poem Title First Lines Period # Lines # Reads A Soldier's Valentine. Just from the sentry's tramp 40 496 Apple-Blossoms. I sit in the shadow of apple-boughs, 24 325 Barbara's Courtship. Tis just three months and eke a day, 71 319 Bi-Centennial Ode From the door of the homestead the mother looks forth, 1860 40 438 Carving A Name. I wrote my name upon the sand, 20 486 For The Consecration Of A Cemetery. This verdant field that smiles to Heaven 24 445 Friar Anselmo. Friar Anselmo (God's grace may he win!) 40 333 Gone To The War. My Charlie has gone to the war, 42 458 Grand'Ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving Underneath protected branches, from the highway just aloof; 72 322 Harvard Odes. Fair Harvard, dear guide of our youth's golden days; 96 445 He Discourseth Of A Common Prayer. Yet look at the thousands whose every day prayer, 4 355 He Discourseth Of The Wherefore Of Bachelorism. What else do we live for in this world beside? 24 374 He Discourseth Of Trouble And Sorrow. What else do they live for? They live but for this; 6 381 He Discourseth Of What Some Mortals Live For. What else do they live for in this world beside? 15 368 He Imploreth Mercy Upon Those Condemned With Fashionable Folly To Marry, And Illustrateth Their Condition. Now heaven in mercy be kind to the wretch, 24 338 He Imploreth Merry For Other Unfortunate Beings. Now heaven in mercy be kind to the wretches 12 338 He Moralizeth Upon What A Day May Bring Forth. To-morrow!" who'll warrant to-morrow we'll see? 25 345 How The Author Sometimes Dines. And now by your leave I will try to expound it, 14 439 John Maynard. Twas on Lake Erie's broad expanse 96 377 June. Throw open wide your golden gates, 12 350 King Cotton. King Cotton looks from his window 44 480 Last Words. Dear Charlie," breathed a soldier, 88 453 Little Charlie. A violet grew by the river-side, 40 319 Merdle The Banker. Now Merdle this day having toss'd with his horns 10 431 Mrs. Browning's Grave At Florence. Florence wears an added grace, 24 300 Mrs. Merdle Accepteth Of A Slight Dinner, Suitable For A Woman Suffering With Dyspepsia. Some turkey? why yes--the least mite will suffice; 12 392 Mrs. Merdle At Home. She Discourseth of Nothing to Eat and the Cost thereof. 44 426 Mrs. Merdle Describeth Her Doctor. But he's an old fogy, you may know by this sign 10 386 Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Again On Dinner. But you are not eating, and I fear that the fish, 20 381 Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Hygiene And Fish Sauce. But this is concocted by rules so complete; 22 401 Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Pudding. A pudding! why yes, as I live, too, it's plum; 68 394 Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of The Necessity Of Good Wine And Other Matters. So while we are eating the fruits of the vine, 48 484 Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Things Earthly. No matter how costly or flimsy her dresses, 22 425 Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Things Eatable. Now Colonel, to husband you need not be winking, 14 385 Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Wishes And Her Sufferings. If wishes were horses'--I've heard when a girl 20 375 Mrs. Merdle Doubts Paradise's Uneating Pleasure. Though Houris are handsome, though lovely the place 18 419 Mrs. Merdle Goes To Market. With prices outrageous they charge now for meat, 12 420 Mrs. Merdle Ordereth The Second Course. Come, John, Jane, and Susan, the soup take away, 8 388 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. 40 367 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 14 348 My Castle. I have a beautiful castle, 56 302 Nothing To Eat I'll nibble a little at what I have got. 779 345 Nothing To Eat. The Argument Though famine prevails not at all in the city; 16 443 Out Of Egypt. To Egypt's king, who ruled beside 60 441 Phoebe's Wooing. Phoebe! Phoebe! Where is the chit? 80 312 Places Where Mortals Dine. The case, too, was urgent, for there stood a sinner, 26 418 Rose In The Garden. Thirty years have come and gone, 84 345 Song Of The Croaker. An old frog lived in a dismal swamp, 40 455 St. Nicholas. In the far-off Polar seas, 79 308 Summer Hours. It is the year's high noon, 40 316
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