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 ...
Sitting alone by the window,Watching the moonlit street,Bending my head to listenTo the well-known sound of your feet,I have been ...
The four winds of earth, the North, South, East, and West,Shrieked and groaned, sobbed and wailed, like the soul of ...
In the fair morning of his life, When his pure heart lay in his breast, Panting, ...
The Muse said, Let us sing a little songWherein no hint of wrong,No echo of the great world need, or ...
There sat two glasses, filled to the brim, On a rich man's table, rim to rim. One was ruddy and ...
The devil to Bacchus said, one day,In a scowling, growling, petulant way,As he came from earth to hell:"There's a soul ...
She rose up in the early dawn,And white and silently she movedAbout the house. Four men had goneTo battle for ...
There's a terrible steed that rests not night nor day,But onward and onward, for ever away,Through hamlet, through village, through ...
In Nature's bright blossoms not always reposesThat strange subtle essence more rare than their bloom,Which lies in the hearts of ...
There are not many sins when once we sift them.In actions of evolving human soulsStriving to reach high goalsAnd falling ...
By the castle-gate my lady stands,Viewing broad acres and spreading lands.Hill and valley and mead and plainAre all her own, ...
The Radiant Ruler of Mystic RegionsWhere souls of artists are fitted for birth,Gathered together their lovely legionsAnd fashioned a woman ...
I poured out a tumbler of Claret,Of course with intention to drink,And, holding it up in the sunlight,I paused for ...
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,And here are the letters he wrote to me.And the ring of ...
My babe was moaning in its sleep,I leaned and kissed it where it lay,My pain was such I could not ...
Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,Into the morning's golden light;Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin,Into the arms ...
If Christ came questioning His world to-day, (If Christ came questioning,) 'What hast thou done to glorify thy God, Since ...
(Suggested by the lives of Napoleon and Josephine) IOne night was full of rapture and delight—Of reunited arms and swooning ...
I saw a fair youth, with a brow broad and white,And an eye that was beaming with intellect's light:And his ...
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,And I wander about them at will;And I pause at the casements, where boxes of ...
I am troubled to-night with a curious pain;It is not of the flesh, it is not of the brain,Nor yet ...
How terrible these nights are when aloneWith our scarred hearts, we sit in solitude,And some old sorrow, to the world ...
For the courage which comes when we call,While troubles like hailstones fall;For the help that is somehow nigh,In the deepest ...
Immortal life is something to be earned,By slow, self-conquest, comradeship with pain,And patient seeking after higher truths.We cannot follow our ...
You will forget me. The years are so tender,They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep,This dream ...
I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;And the strong ...
Only a blunder—a sad mistake;All my own fault and mine alone.The saddest error a heart can make;I was so young, ...
Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,It is not art, but heart, which wins ...
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,And shows us the people's plight;And everything seems uncertain,And nothing at all looks right.Yet out ...
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