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 ...
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the ...
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"Surname, tolerable only in prose;Habitat, Paris,--that is whereShe resided for change of air;Aetat twenty; complexion ...
The point is turned; the twilight shadow fillsThe wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,And on our ears from deep among ...
THE FIRST SNOW MOUNTAIN SEEN FROM A SUNNY HILL-SIDE, NEAR ROCCA PRIORI, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1846 Look, love, ...
Through the broad, rolling prairie I'll merrily ride, Though father may fume, and though mother may chide, To the green, ...
The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,There's a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,And the ...
Three windows cheerfully poured in the light: One from the east, where o'er the Sabine hills The sun ...
Your name so sweet, Your name so high, My tormented, Yet glorious one! Among old ones, you are gray-haired, Among ...
Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers were not wasted,Your love was not all in vain.I owe whatever I was in lifeTo ...
(Written in the visitor's book at Gopsall) KIND hostess mine, who raised the latch And welcomed me beneath your thatch, ...
Before the first snowfall long after frost covering layering the lawn, the gardens Yellow remaining newborn black-eyed Susan growing in ...
Smell of rich soil, wet from the drenching rains, weeds yield to my gentle tug beds of shimmering color, the ...
Three flowers bloom each day Falsely fragile Queen Anne's Lace Clump of effervescent Daisies A singular Black-eyed Susan Wildflowers all ...
Young Colin was as stout a boy As ever gave a maiden joy; But long in vain he told his ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Over stone walls and barns, miles from the black-eyed Susans, over circus tents and moon rockets you are going, going. ...
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers were not wasted, Your love was not all in vain. I owe whatever I was ...
To his charming black-eyed niece Uncle Harry wishest peace! Wishes roses over strow'd O'er her sublunary road! No rude winds ...
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