Victorian Poems - Poems about Victorian

There is happy ado on the old farmstead as Yuletide draws nigh! Wondrous things to savor as gales blow and snow begins to fly! The tempest rages for days - they will surely be snowbound, But a blazing fire warms the Victorian home - love and cheer abound! Since early in July Pa has had his eye on a...

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Upon a grassy hill, so long ago, our lovely, old Victorian-style home was built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright. So charming were the winding stairs that flared neath the cathedral ceiling's chandelier. Outdoors, a rolling lawn and gardens spread beside a stony brook that rambled on. A time I still remember- Christmas Day in nineteen fifty-three- age...

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Men in tailored suits and satin waistcoats, gold watches peeking out of their pockets, walked arm in arm with women in wide skirts ~ hooped, crinolined, elegantly sculpted. Their tight corsets tease each careful traipse, leaving traces of elegance and opulence... dotting the streets at Christmastime with exaggerated silhouettes. They kissed under mistletoe ~ hung in doorways, each kiss claiming a berry until none were...

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Out in the streets, A Church bell cries Under a misletoe, A couple shares a delightful surprise Marking the advent of dusk Streetlights ignite Flaunting the excitements Of the christmas that lies A family joins around the christmas tree, Ready to enjoy their company on this charming eve Handmade gifts light jubilant smiles Changing time on tiny sun dials Laughs and smiles come to a subtle...

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Did Robert Browning say it best when he wrote, “winter takes the old ones”? Possibly. Bronchitis, pthisis, whooping cough, T.B. – they ran amock in 1863. I trust it’s not too jarring if I jump from modern miseries (ecoli, Trump) to mid-Victorian London’s social rump, and John Snow (doctor), and the Broad Street Pump. The City Hall had never heard of germs. They dealt...

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Victorian Letter Back in the day, it was simple. Everything was equal. Only whispers in the wind. To gaze now and then. Life was soulful. Your company was delightful. A beautiful song through a music box. Key to your heart with a lock. Just wondering how you’ve been. Your hair in the sun is radiant. A smile to give. A new reason to live. Continue growing. Like pretty roses...

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I dreamt about an old Victorian house that was abandoned It was dilapidated and left vacant for years and was starting to decay It was hidden down a long dirt driveway aligned with overgrown lilac trees The grounds were overgrown grass that resembled a field of wildflowers I decided to look inside, the front door was unlocked, and...

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Victorian Gift Thank us for the gift we give The steam train running the rails All it cost is a piece of coal, and the smoke we give to the air Thank us for the gift we give The steam ship ruling the waves of blue All it cost is a piece of coal, and the smoke we give to the...

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There stands the Victorian house by the small dogwood tree I planted at the age of nineteen thinking of a colorful spring; what a subtle joy palpitating inside at a short distance, before Lassie starts barking: her hearing is sharper than mine! I stop walking with a curious reflection: who built this house by a busy highway, was it a desolate...

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A Haunting Waltz As I recline, wearied, on this eve so dark and dreary, Whispers in the shadows, tales of Victorian eerie. The moon, a spectral lantern, spills its ghastly glow on cobblestone streets, Where specters of yore, in corsets and top hats, discreetly meet. Beneath flickering gas lamps, secrets deftly concealed, In murky alleys, truths unfold, a clandestine reveal. Gloom, thick...

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To see one is rare but to buy one is obscene. A tall snob. She casts frowns from under her gables. He, the new owner, is in the cellar to clean Dusting and throwing out boxes without labels. Can a house resent an owner from the new school? Can its wood sigh with grief from the change to a room? Can...

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Those madcap Victorian horsewomen were super confident Silly when you realize they were riding at breakneck speeds, sidesaddle In those day a woman did not know it was okay to wear pants. The closest thing she could be caught alive in would be pantaloons. I am staring at the screen years later, wondering …. Do they break their tailbones when...

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cash in hand I bought victorian hand mirror glimpse into the past...

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I went out for a nanty narking time Wearing my best gas pipes and tie Hanging with whooperups at the pub Lally-gagging with girls going by I met the jammiest bit of jam, I did She was bang up to the elephant, truly 'Be my boop,' I said, enchanted 'Saddle goose! ' she said, and refused me I'm completely off chump, to be...

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Shamrah is a satisfied Victorian maiden daughter of a prince, was never a wife her ebony puma chases potential suitors away she sits among her gorgeous rose gardens wearing her embroidered gold tapestry dress guarded by two docile leopards men are usually intimidated by Shamrah They tiptoe away quietly not wanting to disturb her menagerie However, if they disturb the big cats...

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