Out Of The Depths: Written After The Reformation Of A Brilliant And Talented Man (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,Into the morning's golden light;Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin,Into the arms ...
Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,Into the morning's golden light;Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin,Into the arms ...
NIGHT-BLUE skies of thine,Egypt, and thy dead who may not rest,Who with wide eyesStand staring in the darkness of the ...
Death clutches at my darling now and then, And leaves a scar, or plucks a tress of hair; But all ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and ...
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country, rises that tableland, high delicate outline of bony slopes wincing ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
It's slim and trim and bound in blue; Its leaves are crisp and edged with gold; Its words are simple, ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
IA STORM of white petals, Buds throwing open baby fists Into hands of broad flowers. IIRed roses running upward, Clambering ...
IN the old wars drum of hoofs and the beat of shod feet. In the new wars hum of motors ...
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands And take it when it runs by, As the Apache dancer ...
'Twas in the year of 1869, and on the 19th of November, Which the people in Southern Germany will long ...
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