Memory’s Mansion (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,And I wander about them at will;And I pause at the casements, where boxes of ...
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,And I wander about them at will;And I pause at the casements, where boxes of ...
I often pause to contemplateThe sadly barren mental stateOf persons whom it is my fate To meet on Monday morning.They ...
We've got the summer fallow donethe wheat is in the bin.and now we're waiting for the snow,to come and shut ...
HOW mony times have I told theeNiver to fasten t' stable doorAt t' edge o' dark on t' shortenin' neets?Leave ...
The peace of a wandering sky, Silence, only the cry Of the crickets, suddenly Still, A bee on the window-sill, ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
You young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears, Playing at ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Not a photograph, with poetic tones, that was a bit lyrical, though I have seen them She gave me a ...
A Texas twang would be better than a yankee accent so picture it soundin' southern this little story I'll share ...
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Tell you what I like the best -- 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the ...
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass ...
THE PEACE of great doors be for you. Wait at the knobs, at the panel oblongs. Wait for the great ...
Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer ...
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