Custer: Book Second (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
IAs in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their ...
We were a baker's dozen in the house—six women and six menBesides myself; and all of us had knownThose benefits ...
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 ...
A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit ...
ISir Knight of the world's oldest order,Sir Knight of the Army of God,You have crossed the strange mystical border,The ground ...
A granite rock on the mountain side Gazed on ...
The harsh King—Winter—sat upon the hills, And reigned and ruled the earth right royally. He locked the rivers, ...
The devil in hell gave a festival,And he called his imps from their wine—Called them up from the ruddy cup,And ...
Toward even when the day leans down, To kiss the upturned face of night, Out just beyond the ...
ISaid Life to Death: "Methinks, if I were you, I would not carry such an awesome face To terrify the ...
She rose up in the early dawn,And white and silently she movedAbout the house. Four men had goneTo battle for ...
I saw the farmer, when the day was done,And the proud sun had sought his crimson bed,And the mild stars ...
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,One day all meet togetherTo hold a caucus and ...
What are these nameless mysteries,These subtleties of life and death,That bring before our spirit eyesThe loved and lost; or, like ...
IThere is no picturesqueness and no glory,No halo of romance, in war to-day.It is a hideous thing; Time would turn ...
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,And here are the letters he wrote to me.And the ring of ...
I poured out a tumbler of Claret,Of course with intention to drink,And, holding it up in the sunlight,I paused for ...
These agent men! these agent men!We hear the dreaded step again,We see a stranger at the door;And brace ourselves for ...
Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,A maxim I long have believed in, is true.Each day I grow ...
Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world,Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods ...
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.And etched ...
Woman, sitting at your ease,In the midst of luxuries,Bound by chains of selfishness,With no aim but "how to dress,"Does the ...
You remember the hall on the corner?To-night as I walked down streetI heard the sound of music,And the rhythmic beat ...
Thou dost not know it! but to hearOne word of praise from thee,There is no pain I would not bear,No ...
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,And I wander about them at will;And I pause at the casements, where boxes of ...
Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,My Gracia, who hath so deserted me.Thou art my friend, but if ...
Don't drink, boys, don't!There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer,In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer.If they ...
IWe cannot choose our sorrows. One there wasWho, reverent of soul, and strong with trust,Cried, 'God, though Thou shouldst bow ...
In England, there are wrongs no doubt,Which should be righted; so men say,Who seek to weed earth's garden out,And give ...
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