Mary Howitt
Mary Howitt
Mary Howittwas an English poet, and author of the famous poem The Spider and the Fly. She was born Mary Botham at Coleford, in Gloucestershire, the temporary residence of her parents, while her father, Samuel Botham, a prosperous Quaker of Uttoxeter, Staffordshire, was looking after some mining property. Samuel had married his wife Ann in South Wales in 1796 when he was 38 and she was 32. They had four children Anna, Mary, Emma and Charles. Their Queen Anne house...
coming sunny
Buttercups and daisies, / Oh, the pretty flowers; / Coming ere the Springtime, / To tell of sunny hours.
parlor prettiest spider spy walk
Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly; "'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy
flower
He is happiest who hath power to gather wisdom from a flower.
strong blow sea
The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow.
eye vision
For visions come not to polluted eyes.
flower men garden
Yes, in the poor man's garden grow Far more than herbs and flowers - Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind, And Joy for weary hours.
children father heart
God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race - to enlarge our hearts; and to make us unselfish and full of kindly sympathies and affection; to give our shoulds higher aims; to call out all our faculties to extended enterprise and exertion and to bring round our firesides bright faces, happy smiles, and loving, tender hearts. My soul blesses the great Father, every day, that he has gladdened the earth with little children
children cheer rain
Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wile.
deception spy spiders
Will you walk into my parlour? Said the spider to a fly: '"Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy.
home sea flags
Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we; Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.
vain stairs ask-me
To ask me is in vain; For who goes up your winding stair Can ne'er come down again.
beautiful heart humanity
True delicacy, that most beautiful heart-leaf of humanity, exhibits itself most significantly in little things.
children heart race
God sends children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race -- to enlarge our hearts, to make us unselfish, and full of kindly sympathies and affections.
summer lying flower
Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest among it. I know the realms where people say The flowers have not their fellow; I know where they shine out like suns, The crimson and the yellow. I know where ladies live enchained In luxury's silken fetters, And flowers as bright as glittering gems Are used for written letters. But ne'er was flower so fair as this, In modern days or olden; It groweth on its nodding stem Like to a garland golden.