The Lady And The Dame (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the ...
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the ...
Now in the fright of change when bombed towns vanishIn fountains of debrisWe say to the stranger coming across the ...
MY Friend wears a cheerful smile of his own, And a musical tongue has he; We sit and look in ...
My Phillida, adieu love!For evermore farewel!Ay me! I've lost my true love,And thus I ring her knell,Ding dong, ding dong, ...
Not yet for us may Christmas bringGood-will to men, and peace;In our dark sky no angels sing,Not yet the great ...
Air — "When Wild Wars."There cam' a wee boatie owre the sea,Wi' the winds an' waves it strove sairlie;But oh! ...
"I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of ...
Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the Lyceum Theatre, July 23, 1890, at a performance on behalf of Lady Jeune's ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
Music I love - but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
I call myself a Tranquilist; With deep detachment I exist, From friction free; While others court the gilded throng And ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
Like as a huntsman after weary chase Seeing the game from him escaped away, Sits down to rest him in ...
It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the ...
WHEN the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour Greatening and darkening as it hurried on, She left the Heaven of ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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