The Cry Of The People (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens ...
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens ...
Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your ...
The harsh King—Winter—sat upon the hills, And reigned and ruled the earth right royally. He locked the rivers, ...
IWho has not felt his heart leap up, and glowWhat time the tulips first begin to blow,Has one sweet joy, ...
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,And I wander about them at will;And I pause at the casements, where boxes of ...
Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay storedThe priceless riches of all climes and lands,Say, wouldst thou let ...
The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet,And clasps the summer with a new delight,Yet wearied, leaves her languors ...
I said this morning, as I leaned and threwMy shutters open to the Spring's surprise,"Tell me, O Earth, how is ...
To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak ...
Oh, an ugly thing is an iron rail,Black, with its face to the dust.But it carries a message where winged ...
I saw a maid with her chivalrous lover:He was both tender and true;He kissed her lips, vowing over and over,"Darling, ...
In the still jungle of the senses layA tiger soundly sleeping, till one dayA bold young hunter chanced to come ...
The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wingOr note enlivened the depressing wood,A soiled and sullen, stubborn snowdrift stoodBeside ...
You left me with the autumn time; When the winter stripped the forest bare, Then dressed it in his spotless ...
Sitting to-day in the sunshine, That touched me with fingers of love, I thought of the manifold blessings God scatters ...
Sing to me! Something of sunlight and bloom, I am so compassed with sorrow and gloom, I am so sick ...
I told you the winter would go, love, I told you the winter would go, That he'd flee in shame ...
Not quite the same the springtime seems to me, Since that sad season when in separate ways Our paths diverged. ...
I want more lives in which to love This world so full of beauty, I want more days to use ...
We must not force events, but rather make The heart soil ready for their coming, as The earth spreads carpets ...
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; Or so the unperceiving thought, Who looked no deeper than her face, Devoid of ...
We will lay our summer away, my friend, So tenderly lay it away. It was bright and sweet to the ...
The first flower of the spring is not so fair Or bright, as one the ripe midsummer brings. The first ...
God, what a joy it is to plant a tree, And from the sallow earth to watch it rise, Lifting ...
My heart is like a little bird That sits and sings for very gladness. Sorrow is some forgotten word, And ...
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