His Youth (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Dying? I am not dying. Are you mad?You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?I think you are a ...
Dying? I am not dying. Are you mad?You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?I think you are a ...
Ho! says the Nation's purse is lean, Who fears for claim or bond or debt, When all the glories that ...
You do not lift your eyes to watchUs pass the conscious door;Your startled ear perceiveth notOur footfall on the floor;No ...
DESPAIRING and alone, Where mountain winds make moan, My days are spent: Each sacred wood and cave Is a forgotten ...
If I walk the noisy streets,Or enter a many thronged church,Or sit among the wild young generation,I give way to ...
You did not know, — how could you, dear, —How much you stood for? Life in youRetained its touch of ...
We being so hidden from those whoHave quietly borne and fed us,How can we answer civillyTheir innocent invitations?How can we ...
Friend, you have spoken well: in us, such as we are,There frequently exists a certain flowerThat blossoms, fades and from ...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- The stiff Heart questions was ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
We being so hidden from those who Have quietly borne and fed us, How can we answer civilly Their innocent ...
Because life's passing show Is little to his mind, There is a man I know Indrawn from human kind. His ...
An angel was tired of heaven, as he lounged in the golden street; His halo was tilted sideways, and his ...
It's not for laws I've broken That bitter tears I've wept, But solemn vows I've spoken And promises unkept; It's ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands, An iron authority against the snow, And this grey monument to common ...
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