The Lost Garden (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came ...
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came ...
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men;Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south again;The ...
Phaon (bitterly)Thus women change-and in their time forget! SapphoTHERE lies the sorrow-if we could forget!For one brief hour you gave ...
On wooded height the slanting light In glinting, gleaming radiance falls, And softly sifts throught opening rifts ...
One day in the bluest of summer weather,Sketching under a whispering oak, I heard five bobolinks laughing togetherOver some ornithological ...
Popular Song of Baluchistan.Touch my hands with your fingers, yellow wallflower.Did God use a bluer paintPainting the sky for the ...
Under boughs of breathing May, In the mild spring-time I lay, Lonely, for I had no love; And the sweet ...
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
1 The golden-rod is yellow; 2 The corn is turning brown; 3 The trees in apple orchards 4 With fruit ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
Dear Colette, I want to write to you about being a woman for that is what you write to me. ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south ...
O garden isle, beloved by Sun and Sea, -- Whose bluest billows kiss thy curving bays, Whose amorous light enfolds ...
While skies glint bright with bluest light Through clouds that race o'er fields and town, And leaves go dancing left ...
A lily-girl, not made for this world's pain, With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears, And longing eyes ...
There's music in my heart all day, I hear it late and early, It comes from fields are far away, ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Save for a lusterless honing-stone of moon The sky stretches its flawless canopy Blue as the blue silk of the ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very ...
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