Voice Of The Voiceless (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
I am the Voice of the Voiceless Through me the dumb shall speak Till the world's deaf ear be made ...
I am the Voice of the Voiceless Through me the dumb shall speak Till the world's deaf ear be made ...
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
'Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
"Angels of the love affair, do you know that other, the dark one, that other me?" 1. ANGEL OF FIRE ...
Father, this year's jinx rides us apart where you followed our mother to her cold slumber; a second shock boiling ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
A pencil, sir; a penny -- won't you buy? I'm cold and wet and tired, a sorry plight; Don't turn ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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