Will Carleton
Will Carleton
William McKendree Carletonwas an American poet. Carleton's poems were most often about his rural life...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth21 October 1845
CountryUnited States of America
home
Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out.
earth fellow gets heaven home knows
If there's a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it whenHe's been away from home a week, and then gets back again.
home heaven earth
If there's a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it when He's been away from home a week, and then gets back again.
agree
We arg'ed the thing at breakfast, we arg'ed the thing at tea, And the more we arg'ed the question, the more we didn't agree
beats beetle drought full land loaded mortgage tempest worm
Worm or beetle -- drought or tempest -- on a farmer's land may fall,Each is loaded full o' ruin, but a mortgage beats 'em all.
sailed
If we who have sailed togetherFlit out of each other's view,The world will sail on, I think,Just as it used to do.
apple blossoms danced maiden rich silence stretched thoughts underneath within
Underneath an apple-treeSat a maiden and her lover;And the thoughts within her heYearned, in silence, to discover.Round them danced the sunbeams bright,Green the grass-lawn stretched before themWhile the apple blossoms whiteHung in rich profusion o'er them.
fate gold key learned lives lock sure
But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate,When we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.
knowledge people towns
There's lots of people-this town wouldn't hold them; Who don't know much excepting what's told them.
gratitude father soul
We thank Thee, O Father of all, for... all the soul-help that sad souls understand.
fate two keys
But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.
house way hills
Over the hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way.
together speech agree
So I have talked with Betsey and Betsey has talked with me, And we have agreed together that we can't never agree
eye hands editors
The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care, His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair, His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his head, His eyes on his dusty old table, with different documents spread.