Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems on Fairness (91 Poems)

Custer: Book Second (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

I Oh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly sing, and only then,Of those intrepid and unflinching menWho knew no homes save ever moving tents,And who ‘twixt fierce … Continue reading →

Custer: Book Third (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

I As in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their grounds,Despoiled their homes (but left their tell-tale mounds),So has the white man with the Indians done.Now with their backs … Continue reading →

Song Of America (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet Centennial lays, My muse goes wandering backward, To the groundwork of all these, To the time when our Pilgrim Fathers … Continue reading →

How Salvator Won (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone,More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne.I am but a jockey, yet shout upon shoutWent up from the people who watched me ride out;And the cheers that rang forth … Continue reading →

Meg’s Curse (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered why she was born.On the topmost branch of a maple-treeThat close by the window grew,A robin called to his mate … Continue reading →

Grandpa’s Christmas (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays of the red anthracite,Are folded before him, all listless;His dim eyes are fixed on the blaze,While over him sweeps the … Continue reading →

Conversation (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

We were a baker’s dozen in the house—six women and six menBesides myself; and all of us had knownThose benefits supposed to come from school and church and brush and pen,And opportunities of being thrownIn contact with the cultured and … Continue reading →

The Dirge Of The Winds (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

The four winds of earth, the North, South, East, and West,Shrieked and groaned, sobbed and wailed, like the soul of unrest.I stood in the dusk of the twilight alone,And heard them go by with a terrible moan.“What is it, O … Continue reading →

The Two Ships (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

On the sea of life they floated,Brothers twain in manhood’s pride,And the good ship “Temperance” bore them,Safely o’er the stormy tide.Not a thought of rock or breaker,Not a fear of wreck had they,For their ship was strong and steady—Faithful, trusty, … Continue reading →

In The Night (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

In the silent midnight watches,When the earth was clothed in gloom,And the grim and awful darknessCrept unbidden to my room—On the solemn, deathly stillnessOf the night, there broke a sound,Like ten million wailing voicesCrying loudly from the ground. From ten … Continue reading →