Custer: Book Second (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
IAs in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their ...
IAll valor died not on the plains of Troy.Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joyTo sing of deeds as ...
We were a baker's dozen in the house—six women and six menBesides myself; and all of us had knownThose benefits ...
The world has crowned a thousand kings:But destiny has keptHer weightiest hour of kingly powerTo offer England's son.The rising bell ...
A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit ...
The Muse said, Let us sing a little songWherein no hint of wrong,No echo of the great world need, or ...
The devil to Bacchus said, one day,In a scowling, growling, petulant way,As he came from earth to hell:"There's a soul ...
The man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day,Warning the sinners from the broad highwayThat leads to death. He rolls his ...
False! Good God, I am dreaming!No, no, it never can be—You who are so true in seeming,You, false to your ...
The Radiant Ruler of Mystic RegionsWhere souls of artists are fitted for birth,Gathered together their lovely legionsAnd fashioned a woman ...
Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,A maxim I long have believed in, is true.Each day I grow ...
The New Year dawns again upon the earth,And all our land re-echoes with its mirth.From east to west, from north ...
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the ...
Well, how has it been with you since we metThat last strange time of a hundred times?When we met to ...
A vision beauteous as the morn, With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming, Slow glided o'er a field late shorn ...
In a mansion grand, just over the way,Lives bonny, beautiful Dell;You may have heard of this lady gay,For she is ...
Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this play?"What play?" Why, this old play of winning hearts!Nay, now, lift not thine ...
They tell me new methods now govern the Muses,The modes of expression have changed with the times;That low is the ...
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, ...
All that I ask, says Love, "is just to standAnd gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes;For in their depths ...
Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,Art invincible and great. Well, I own thy prowess; stillDare I flount thee, with ...
Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,It is not art, but heart, which wins ...
In England, there are wrongs no doubt,Which should be righted; so men say,Who seek to weed earth's garden out,And give ...
Now is the time when India is gayWith wedding parties; and the radiant throngsSeem like a scattered rainbow taking partIn ...
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCEOur Motherland, dear Motherland,The source of beauty and of Art,Who but thy children ...
There is a haunting phantom called Regret,A shadowy creature robed somewhat like Woe,But fairer in the face, whom all men ...
However skilled and strong art thou, my foe,However fierce is thy relentless hateThough firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, ...
Not we who daily walk the City's street;Not those who have been cradled in its heart,Best understand its architectural art,Or ...
Long have I searched, Cathedral shrine, and hall,To find a symbol, from the hand of art,That gave the full expression ...
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