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 ...
The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered ...
A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit ...
The harsh King—Winter—sat upon the hills, And reigned and ruled the earth right royally. He locked the rivers, ...
The Muse said, Let us sing a little songWherein no hint of wrong,No echo of the great world need, or ...
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,It flushes and glows on moor and lea;The birds are singing in careless ...
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,One day all meet togetherTo hold a caucus and ...
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the ...
Sometimes when I have dropped asleep, Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep ...
All through the night time, and all through the day time,Dreading the morning and dreading the night,Nearer and nearer we ...
There is a certain castle that is beautiful and fair,And plants, and birds, and pretty things, fill every room and ...
There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,Curious isles without number.We'll visit them all as we leisurely creepDown the ...
Over my desk in a dark office bending.Dim seems the sunlight and dull seems the day;But when the afternoon draws ...
To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak ...
What do you think Red RobinFound by a mow of hay?Why, a flask brimful of liquor,That the mowers brought that ...
Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew,A healed wound opened, or the past revived?Last night in my deep sleep I ...
I am tired to-night, and something,The wind maybe, or the rain,Or the cry of a bird in the copse outside,Has ...
As I came through the Valley of Despair,As I came through the valley, on my sight,More awful than the darkness ...
A under the snow in the dark and the cold,pale little sprout was humming;Sweetly it sang, 'neath the frozen mold,Of ...
Little by little the year grows old,The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;The sun grows dim, and the winds ...
Who thinks how desolate and strangeTo me must seem the autumn's change,When housed in attic or in chest,A lonely and ...
When you go away, my friend, When you say your last good-bye, Then the summer time will end, ...
I saw a maid with her chivalrous lover:He was both tender and true;He kissed her lips, vowing over and over,"Darling, ...
Into the gloom of the deep, dark night, With panting breath and a startled scream; Swift as a ...
The year has but one June, dear friend;The year has but one June;And when that perfect month doth end,The robin's ...
One who claims that he knows about itTells me the earth is a vale of sin;But I and the bees, ...
Walking to-day on the Common, I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near him, 'Do you ...
Changed? Yes, I will confess it - I have changed. I do not love you in the old fond way. ...
God, what a joy it is to plant a tree, And from the sallow earth to watch it rise, Lifting ...
Too sweet and too subtle for pen or for tongue In phrases unwritten and measures unsung, As deep and as ...
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