The Past (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
I fling the past behind me, like a robe Worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have ...
I fling the past behind me, like a robe Worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have ...
ONE law there is: no deed performTo others that to thee were harm;And this is all, all laws besideWith circumstances ...
Continuing to live -- that is, repeat A habit formed to get necessaries -- Is nearly always losing, or going ...
1. Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for ...
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
And an orator said, "Speak to us of Freedom." And he answered: At the city gate and by your fireside ...
There were boxes every shape and size attic, basement, storage space still, quiet, frozen in time forgotten boxes of shards ...
Grass and needles and weeds stirred by arms and sticks in the pink pool in the yard The giggle twins ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
Sam Small had retired from the Army, In the old Duke of Wellington's time, So when present unpleasantness started, He ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt? ...
We talked with family last night, not mine or yours specifically but ours, the ones we love familiarly. When little ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
Hidden by old age awhile In masker's cloak and hood, Each hating what the other loved, Face to face we ...
BARCAROLE ON THE STYX Fair youth with the rose at your lips, A riddle is hid in your eyes; Discard ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck. They were grinning politely and evenly at me. Unsuitable they smirked. ...
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