Henry Clay Work

(1 October 1832 – 8 June 1884 / Middletown, Connecticut)

Henry Clay Work Poems

1. Now Moses 1/3/2003
2. The Buckskin Bag Of Gold 1/3/2003
3. Sweet Echo Dell 1/3/2003
4. Tis Finished 1/3/2003
5. Our Last Grand Camping Ground 1/3/2003
6. Pity Me, Loo! 1/3/2003
7. Phantom Footsteps 1/3/2003
8. The Fire Bells Are Ringing 1/3/2003
9. The Mystic Veil 1/3/2003
10. Nellie Lost And Found 1/3/2003
11. Where's My Billy Goat Gone To? 1/3/2003
12. When You Get Home, Remember Me 1/3/2003
13. Shadows On The Floor 1/3/2003
14. Uncle Joe's Hail Columbia 1/3/2003
15. We'Ll Go Down Ourselves 1/3/2003
16. The Parrot And The Billy-Goat 1/3/2003
17. Ring The Bell, Watchman! 1/3/2003
18. The First Love Dream 1/3/2003
19. Mac O'Macorkity 1/3/2003
20. Watching For Pa 1/3/2003
21. The Lost Letter 1/3/2003
22. The Prayer On The Pier 1/3/2003
23. Poor Kitty Popcorn 1/3/2003
24. Our Captain's Last Words 1/3/2003
25. No Letters From Home! 1/3/2003
26. Tie The Knot Tightly 1/3/2003
27. The Girls At Home 1/3/2003
28. Marching Through Georgia 1/3/2003
29. The Silver Horn 1/3/2003
30. Who Shall Rule This American Nation? 1/3/2003
31. Song Of A Thousand Years 1/3/2003
32. There Is A River We All Must Cross 1/3/2003
33. The Song Of The Red Man 1/3/2003
34. Used-Up Joe 1/3/2003
35. Take Them Away! They'Ll Drive Me Crazy 1/3/2003
36. When The Evening Star Went Down 1/3/2003
37. The Ship That Never Returned 1/3/2003
38. Lillie Of The Snowstorm 1/3/2003
39. The Old Village Doctor 1/3/2003
40. Columbia's Guardian Angels 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Henry Clay Work

Grand-Father's Clock

My grand-father's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a penny weight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopp'd short never to go again
When the old man died.

Ninety years, without slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)
His life seconds numbering (tick, tick, tick, tick)
It stopp'd short never to go again
When the old man died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and ...

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Brave Boys Are They!

Heavily falls the rain;
Wild are the breezes tonight;
But 'neath the roof, the hours as they fly,
Are happy and calm and bright.
Gathering round our fireside,
Tho' it be summer time,
We sit and talk of brothers abroad
Forgetting the midnight chime

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