Why The Spring Is Late (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak ...
To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak ...
OH let my Muse the lyre inflame At Friendship's ever-sacred name;A fair imperishable flower, Though dew'd with many ...
O Sleep, sweet sleep, come over me. And waft me to the land of dreams. Where everywhere flow copious streams ...
See that satan pollarding a tree,That geometric man straightening a road:Surely such passions are perverse and oddThat violate windows and ...
The morning sky is white with mist, the earth White with the inspiration of the dew. The harvest light is ...
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, ...
She, who but late in beauty's flower was seen,Proud of her auburn curls and noble mien--Who froze my hopes and ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used ...
Until tonight they were separate specialties, different stories, the best of their own worst. Riding my warm cabin home, I ...
Unlovely city, to which few tourists come With squinting cameras and alien hats; Left under a cloud by those who ...
The strong man's hand, the snow-cool head of age, The certain-footed sympathies of youth - These, and that lofty passion ...
By dark severance the apparition head Smiles from the air a capital on no Column or a Platonic perhaps head ...
"Curse thee, Life, I will live with thee no more! Thou hast mocked me, starved me, beat my body sore! ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
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