Be Not Dismayed (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when deathSets its white seal upon some worshipped face.Poor human nature for a little ...
Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when deathSets its white seal upon some worshipped face.Poor human nature for a little ...
IT'S HO for the holly and laughter and kisses,It "s ho for the mistletoe bough in the hall!Was ever a ...
FIN DE SIECLE.I really must confess, my dear,I cannot help but love you,For of all girls I ever knew,There's none ...
Drear are the prairies; the ranges are silent;Mournfully whispers each soft, passing breeze;Down in the canyon and eddying murmurEchoes the ...
The Spring is gone. I have not seen Its fairies tripping on the Block,Arcadians in grey and green, ...
AH! why so brief the visit, short his stay?The acquaintance so surprising, and so sweet,Stolen is my heart, 't is ...
SWEET melody amidst the moving spheres Breaks forth, a solemn and entrancing sound, A harmony whereof the earth's green hills ...
At 1:00 in the morning on a moonlit, starlit night in northern Maine, in the Allagash Wilderness silent strangers, worked ...
Without a smile -- Without a Throe A Summer's soft Assemblies go To their entrancing end Unknown -- for all ...
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Last summer, lazing by the sea, I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me--- She had ...
we walk through a calligraphy of hats slicing off foreheads ace-deuce cocked, they slant, razor sharp, clean through imagination, our ...
Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From the golden lute so thrilling Hymns of ...
I'm one of these haphazard chaps Who sit in cafes drinking; A most improper taste, perhaps, Yet pleasant, to my ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
EYES ravished with rapture, celestially panting, what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Oh, the sight entrancing, When morning's beam is glancing O'er files array'd With helm and blade, And plumes in the ...
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