THERE was an old woman And nothing she had, And so this old woman Was said to be mad. She'd nothing to eat, She'd nothing to wear, She'd nothing to lose, She'd nothing to fear, She'd nothing to ask, And nothing to give, And when she did die She'd nothing to leave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY AMORETTI: 75 by EDMUND SPENSER THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SEASONS: A HYMN by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) PHILOCTETES: PHILOCTETES CALLS FOR DEATH by AESCHYLUS |