The Song Of The Sandwich (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
We met at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, ...
We met at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, ...
In a year the nightingales were said to be so loud they drowned out slumber, and peafowl strolled screaming beside ...
Down crumbling steps I galloped fast;Swart cliffs and gullies on each handEngulfed the night; dry, yellow sand,Far-strewn with wreckage, gaped ...
IFrom twig to twig the spider weavesAt noon his webbing fine.So near to mute the zephyrs fluteThat only leaflets dance.The ...
HERE is my hand to you, brother,You of the ruck who have failedI, too, am only anotherFighter who faltered and ...
We were not many-we who stood Before the iron sleet that day; Yet many a gallant spirit would Give ...
Son of our King: When yoemen sailed From Britain to expand her sway,The coward from High venture quailed, The weakling ...
There—let thy hands be folded Awhile in sleep's repose;The patient hands that wearied not,But earnestly and nobly wrought ...
THROUGH hurtling space he fled from star tostarOn pinions of damnation, for there trailedUpon him frantic shapes which clutching wailed,A ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
The Fir-Tree looked on stars, but loved the Brook! "O silver-voiced! if thou wouldst wait, My love can bravely woo." ...
There--let thy hands be folded Awhile in sleep's repose; The patient hands that wearied not, But earnestly and nobly wrought ...
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
So beautiful--God himself quailed at her approach: the long body curved like the horizon. Why had he made her so? ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear, Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear. She ...
A prisoner under the stars I lie, With no friend near; To-morrow they lead me forth to die, The stake ...
Yours is the shame and sorrow, But the disgrace is mine; Your love was dark and thorough, Mine was the ...
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