A Mother’s Wail (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,It flushes and glows on moor and lea;The birds are singing in careless ...
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,It flushes and glows on moor and lea;The birds are singing in careless ...
I've ridden afar on the trails of life;And whether I've been right er wrongIn saddlin' the pleasure, ropin' the strife--I've ...
He came down the stairs on the laughter-filled grillWhere patriots were eating and drinking their fill,The tap of his crutch ...
Riding on Rosinante where the carsWith dismal unremitting clangors pass,And people move like curbless energumensRowelled by fiends of fury back ...
We the vanguard of a nation in the lands of desolation, We who live and die unknown,We who ...
Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea,Stands a figure carved in stone, Where ...
Some are laughing, some are weeping;She is sleeping, only sleeping.Round her rest wild flowers are creeping;There the wind is heaping, ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
Repeat that, repeat, Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delightfully sweet, With a ballad, with a ballad, a rebound ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
I hadn't had the 'flu in ages, avoided all those awful places fraught of gritty eyes and splitting heads, patrons ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend ...
IN her ear he whispers gaily, 'If my heart by signs can tell, Maiden, I have watch'd thee daily, And ...
Under my bowels, yellow with smoke, it waits. Under my eyes, those milk bunnies, it waits. It is waiting. It ...
Set within a desert lone, Circled by an arid sea, Stands a figure carved in stone, Where a fountain used ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal, Offspring of Elysium, Mad with rapture, to the portal Of thy holy fame we come! ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Quick! we have but a second, Fill round the cup while you may; For time, the churl, hath beckon'd, And ...
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