The Phantom Ball (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
You remember the hall on the corner?To-night as I walked down streetI heard the sound of music,And the rhythmic beat ...
You remember the hall on the corner?To-night as I walked down streetI heard the sound of music,And the rhythmic beat ...
Ill fares the heart, when hope has fled; When vanishes each prospect fair,When the last flickering ray has sped, And ...
How terrible these nights are when aloneWith our scarred hearts, we sit in solitude,And some old sorrow, to the world ...
Have you heard of the king of Candy land?Well, listen while I sing,He has pages on every hand,For he is ...
Gaelic AirLane, on the winding Earn, there standsAn unco tow'r, sae stern an' auld,Biggit by lang forgotten hands,—Aince refuge o' ...
Edgar Allen PoeWas passionately fond of roe.He always liked to chew someWhen writing anything gruesome.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had-- it is so dull ...
The eldest son bestrides him, And the pretty daughter rides him, And I meet him oft o' mornings on the ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
Behold, my child, this touching scene, The golfer on the golfing-green; Pray mark his legs' uncanny swing, The golf-walk is ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
AE day, as Death, that gruesome carl, Was driving to the tither warl' A mixtie-maxtie motley squad, And mony a ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom That May and I were mated; We sneaked inside and on a tomb Our ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
Making his advances He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, No, not even sniff at her, his ...
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