Song Of America (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
There was a sound in the wind to-day,Like a joyous cymbal ringing!And the leaves of the trees talked with the ...
The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered ...
Sitting alone by the window,Watching the moonlit street,Bending my head to listenTo the well-known sound of your feet,I have been ...
In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays ...
Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your ...
On the sea of life they floated,Brothers twain in manhood's pride,And the good ship "Temperance" bore them,Safely o'er the stormy ...
Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,When earth was empty, waiting still for man,Before the breath of life to ...
Last was the wealth I carried in life's pack—Youth, health, ambition, hope and trust but TimeAnd Fate, those robbers fit ...
When night hung low and dew fell damp,There fell athwart the shadowsThe gleaming watchfires of the camp,Like glow-worms on the ...
A mother kneels by the cradle,Where her little infant lies,And she sees the ghastly shadowsCreeping around his eyes.And she clasps ...
Three Souls there were that reached the Heavenly Gate,And gained permission of the Guard to wait.Barred from the bliss of ...
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came ...
ISaid Life to Death: "Methinks, if I were you, I would not carry such an awesome face To terrify the ...
False! Good God, I am dreaming!No, no, it never can be—You who are so true in seeming,You, false to your ...
She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,With her eyes ...
On the white throat of useless passionThat scorched my soul with its burning breathI clutched my hands in murderous fashion,And ...
I step across the mystic border-land,And look upon the wonder-world of Art.How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!And all its valleys, ...
To J. J. H., Of KentuckyGathering brands from the burning,Plucking them out of the fire,Lifting the sheep that have wandered,Out ...
Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,Mama will kiss him and make him well,Oh! ...
You call me an angel of love and of light, A being of goodness and heavenly fire, Sent out from ...
Sitting to-day in the sunshine, That touched me with fingers of love, I thought of the manifold blessings God scatters ...
Do you remember the name I wore - The old pet-name of Little Queen - In the dear, dead days ...
On the white throat of useless passion That scorched my soul with its burning breath I clutched my fingers in ...
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