Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems on Fashion (20 Poems)

A Fatal Impress (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

A little leaf just in the forest’s edge,All summer long, had listened to the wooingOf amorous brids that flew across the hedge,Singing their blithe sweet songs for her undoing.So many were the flattering things they told her,The parent tree seemed … Continue reading →

A Married Coquette (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.It is time you found out that all men are not stoics,Nor toys to be used as your mood may be.I will not let go … Continue reading →

False (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

False! Good God, I am dreaming!No, no, it never can be—You who are so true in seeming,You, false to your vows and me?My wife and my fair boy’s motherThe star of my life—my queen—To yield herself to anotherLike some light … Continue reading →

Science (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

Alone I climb the steep ascending pathWhich leads to knowledge. In the babbling throngsThat hurry after, shouting to the worldSmall fragments of large truths, there is not oneWho comprehends my purpose, or who seesThe ultimate great goal. Why, even she,My … Continue reading →

Clara Morris (Written for a Benefit Given Mrs. Morris) (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

The Radiant Ruler of Mystic RegionsWhere souls of artists are fitted for birth,Gathered together their lovely legionsAnd fashioned a woman to shine on earth.They bathed her in splendorThey made her tender:They gave her a nature both sweet and wild.They gave … Continue reading →

The Duel (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

Oh many a duel the world has seenThat was bittter with hate, that was red with gore,But I sing of a duel by far more cruelThan ever by poet was sung before.It was waged by night, yea by day and … Continue reading →

Ad Finem (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

On the white throat of useless passionThat scorched my soul with its burning breathI clutched my hands in murderous fashion,And held them close in a grip of death;For why should I fan, or feed with fuel,A love that showed me … Continue reading →

Vanity Fair (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,As we talk of the opera after the weather,As we chat of fashion and fad and style,We know we are playing a part together.You know that the mirth she wears, she borrows;She knows … Continue reading →

The Wheel of the Breast (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

Through rivers of veins on the nameless quest The tide of my life goes hurriedly sweeping, Till it reaches that curious wheel o’ the breast, The human heart, which is never at rest. Faster, faster, it cries, and leaping, Plunging, … Continue reading →

The Beautiful Blue Danube (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)

They drift down the hall together; He smiles in her lifted eyes; Like waves of that mighty river, The strains of the “Danube” rise. They float on its rhythmic measure Like leaves on a summer-stream; And here, in this scene … Continue reading →