Veils (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black,Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair,But, like a rose touched by untimely ...
Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black,Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair,But, like a rose touched by untimely ...
I WROTE a sonnet to her eyes, In terms Swinburnian and erotic; Poured out the burden of my sighs With ...
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,And in the pallor that succeeds it; byThe quivering lid of an averted ...
Oh, I've got a lovely story that I've thought out all myself. It will make a gorgeous picture, I am ...
From sunny countries and skies blueFrom which last autumn-tide you flew,Return, dear birds, where you belong,Most welcome, you!The woods, bereft ...
MICHAEL walks in autumn leavesRustling leaves and fading grasses,And his little music-boxTinkles faintly as he passes.It's a gay and jaunty ...
Only God knows the limits of inifinte His KingdomHumans know to the confines of their finite mind.I lost my mind ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water, wholly in dark, time limited, different from initiations now: the class ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
I am not the piston in the flower or The bulging seed throttled by pollen But a separate figure expectant ...
I Not once in all our days of poignant love, Did I a single instant give to thee My undivided ...
Stay, season of calm love and soulful snows! There is a subtle sweetness in the sun, The ripples on the ...
Written for the Art Autograph during the Irish Famine, 1880. Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland, Charmer of the sun and sea, ...
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