Memory’s Mansion (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,And I wander about them at will;And I pause at the casements, where boxes of ...
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,And I wander about them at will;And I pause at the casements, where boxes of ...
On a hill-top brown it stands:One side, open tablelands Stretch to meet the sky:On the other, winding dales,Prospects fair ...
The spring-wind pass'd through the forest, and whispered low in the leaves, And the cedar toss'd her head, and the ...
WHERE the singers of Saturn find tongue, Where the Galaxy's lovers embrace, Our world and its beauty are sung! They ...
This winter night is odorous of spring.Dreaming, my casement open wide I fling.Upon a veil of silk the wind seems ...
Last night I fled until I cameTo streets where leaking casements drippedStale lamplight from the corpse of flame;A nervous window ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
"Gawaine, Gawaine, what look ye for to see, So far beyond the faint edge of the world? D'ye look to ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious tear ...
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