The Meeting Of The Centuries (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit ...
A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit ...
A granite rock on the mountain side Gazed on ...
Toward even when the day leans down, To kiss the upturned face of night, Out just beyond the ...
Three Souls there were that reached the Heavenly Gate,And gained permission of the Guard to wait.Barred from the bliss of ...
IWho has not felt his heart leap up, and glowWhat time the tulips first begin to blow,Has one sweet joy, ...
Alone I climb the steep ascending pathWhich leads to knowledge. In the babbling throngsThat hurry after, shouting to the worldSmall ...
Time's finger on the dial of my lifePoints to high noon! and yet the half-spent dayLeaves less than half remaining, ...
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the ...
She waited in a rose-hued room;A wanton-hearted creature she,But beautiful and bright to seeAs some great orchid just in bloom.Upon ...
Sometimes when I have dropped asleep, Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep ...
They drift down the hall together;He smiles in her lifted eyes;Like waves of that mighty river,The strains of the "Danube" ...
A vision beauteous as the morn, With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming, Slow glided o'er a field late shorn ...
I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;He had climbed the steep pathway, ...
IWe cannot choose our sorrows. One there wasWho, reverent of soul, and strong with trust,Cried, 'God, though Thou shouldst bow ...
In the dark night, from sweet refreshing sleepI wake to hear outside my window-paneThe uncurbed fury of the wild spring ...
Now who is ready to go with meOff and away to dream town?Oh, such a journey as that will be,All ...
You will forget me. The years are so tender,They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep,This dream ...
Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradleThe rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside.No more to its motion ...
I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;And the strong ...
GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle, The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside: No more to ...
After the May time and after the June timeRare with blossoms and perfume sweet,Cometh the round world's royal noon time,The ...
In France I saw a hill—a gentle slopeRising above old tombs to greet the gleamFrom soft spring skies. Beyond these ...
Do you know where the summer blooms all the year 'round,Where there never is rain on a pic-nic day?Where the ...
Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew,A healed wound opened, or the past revived?Last night in my deep sleep I ...
We plucked a red rose, you and IAll in the summer weather;Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,Enjoyed by us ...
Let the dream go. Are there not other dreamsIn vastness of clouds hid from thy sightThat yet shall gild with ...
Beside an incubator stoodThe would-be mother of a brood.With drooping wings and nodding head,These are the clucked-out words she said:"O, ...
Who knows the way to wonderland?Oh, I know, Oh, I know!Trotty-te-trot on mama's knee,Then over the billows of sleepy sea,Down ...
What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times?The new years come, the old ...
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; Or so the unperceiving thought, Who looked no deeper than her face, Devoid of ...
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