The Valley Of Fear (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
In the journey of life, as we travel alongTo the mystical goal that is hidden from sight,You may stumble at ...
In the journey of life, as we travel alongTo the mystical goal that is hidden from sight,You may stumble at ...
I saw the Arran Hills shine through A tender veil of shining haze;Goatfell was seen—a fainter blue, And Ailsa where ...
THE tide has ebbed away: No more wild dashings 'gainst the adamant rocks, Nor swayings amidst sea-weed false that mocks ...
Hear Mr. Bulwer as he talks. You might think he was so cheerful. That smile took him ages to get ...
You have heard of cuttin' hosses and all the things they knew,But there's lots of ropin' hosses that is plenty ...
Friendship needs no studied phrases,Polished face, or winning wiles;Friendship deals no lavish praises,Friendship dons no surface smiles.Friendship follows nature's diction,Shuns ...
Evening comes with moonshine and silky darkness.The roads become weary. The narrow world widens.Winds of opium move in and out ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer, Through ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
There is an eye, there was a slit. Nights walk, and confer on him fear. The strangler tree, the dancing ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
Now the November skies, And the clouds that are thin and gray, That drop with the wind away; A flood ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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