Spectres (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
How terrible these nights are when aloneWith our scarred hearts, we sit in solitude,And some old sorrow, to the world ...
How terrible these nights are when aloneWith our scarred hearts, we sit in solitude,And some old sorrow, to the world ...
"In Westertown a statue rules the square,The settler as the sculptor visioned him.Nor slender, nor yet massive; sinewy,Bearded, erect, broad ...
Mine is the freedom of the tranquil hillsWhen vagrant breezes bend the sinewy grass,While sunshine on the widespread landscape spillsAnd ...
Falling upon the frozen world last night,I heard the slow beat of the Winter rain—Poor foolish drops, down-dripping all in ...
A dark sail, Like a wild-goose wing, Where the sunset was. The moon soon will silver its ...
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; ...
my jerusalem my newfoundland juicy as redcurrants with their sweet tang taste my desire my holy requirement caught in a ...
WHEN the primeval All-holy Father Sows with a tranquil hand From clouds, as they roll, Bliss-spreading lightnings Over the earth, ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
All in the town were still asleep, When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your ...
AARM'D year! year of the struggle! No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year! Not you as ...
ON a flat road runs the well-train'd runner; He is lean and sinewy, with muscular legs; He is thinly clothed-he ...
With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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