What I Have Seen #4 (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;He had climbed the steep pathway, ...
I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;He had climbed the steep pathway, ...
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,Women of weak ...
What a terrible night! Does the Night, I wonder—The Night, with her black veil down to her feetLike an ordained ...
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, ...
Now, dear, it isn't the bold things,Great deeds of valour and might,That count the most in the summing up of ...
I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;And the strong ...
Hollow a grave where the willows wave,And lay him under the grasses,Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas,And ...
Where have they gone to—the little girlsWith natural manners and natural curls;Who love their dollies and like their toys,And talk ...
I called to the wind of the Winter,As he sped like a steed on his way,"Oh! rest for awhile on ...
Oh! that is a beautiful land, I wis,The land of the Gone-away Souls.Yes, a lovelier region by far than this(Though ...
Of all the blessings which my life has known,I value most, and most praise God for three:Want, Loneliness and Pain, ...
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;The road leads not down avenues of haste;But often gently winds through by ways ...
High o'er the clouds a Sunbeam shone,And far down under him,With a subtle grace that was all her own,The Mist ...
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCEOur Motherland, dear Motherland,The source of beauty and of Art,Who but thy children ...
A under the snow in the dark and the cold,pale little sprout was humming;Sweetly it sang, 'neath the frozen mold,Of ...
When you go away, my friend, When you say your last good-bye, Then the summer time will end, ...
They stood at the garden gate.By the lifting of a lidShe might have read her fateIn a little thing he ...
As we journey along, with a laugh and a song,We see, on youth's flower-decked slope,Like a beacon of light, shining ...
I fling the past behind me, like a robe Worn threadbare at the seams, and out of date. I have ...
The day will dawn when one of us shall hearken In vain to hear a voice that has grown dumb. ...
'Tis time to dress. Dost hear the music surging Like sobbing waves that roll up from the sea? Yes, yes, ...
Too sweet and too subtle for pen or for tongue In phrases unwritten and measures unsung, As deep and as ...
We will lay our summer away, my friend, So tenderly lay it away. It was bright and sweet to the ...
Though with gods the world is cumbered, Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered, Never god was known to be Who had ...
Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year I saw a tear. Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow ...
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. To live, to breathe, to wonder ...
Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak ...
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago, That we see through a mist of ...
Sing to me! Something of sunlight and bloom, I am so compassed with sorrow and gloom, I am so sick ...
Columbia, fair queen in your glory! Columbia, the pride of the earth! We crown you with song- wreath and story; ...
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