Freedom (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
I care not who were vicious back of me,No shadow of their sins on me is shed.My will is greater ...
I care not who were vicious back of me,No shadow of their sins on me is shed.My will is greater ...
God, what a world, if men in street and mart,Felt that same kinship of the human heart,Which makes them, in ...
Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy, Is inspiration, eager to pursue, But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy, ...
Every morning, as I walk down From my dreary lodgings, toward the town, I see at a window, near the ...
This is the place that I love the best, A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest, Hid among grasses, ...
Out from my window westward I turn full oft my face; But the mountains rebuke the vision That would encompass ...
When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by, I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye; ...
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; Or so the unperceiving thought, Who looked no deeper than her face, Devoid of ...
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago, That we see through a mist of ...
'Tis time to dress. Dost hear the music surging Like sobbing waves that roll up from the sea? Yes, yes, ...
For many long uninterrupted years She was the friend and confidant of Art; They walked together, heart communed with heart ...
Over the banisters bends a face, Daringly sweet and beguiling. Somebody stands in careless grace, And watches the picture, smiling. ...
Walking to-day on the Common, I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near him, 'Do you ...
How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by ...
We will lay our summer away, my friend, So tenderly lay it away. It was bright and sweet to the ...
cIn the midnight of darkness and terror, When I would grope nearer to God, With my back to a record ...
Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way To do the will of Christ, ...
Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak ...
I knew that a baby was hid in that house, Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry; But ...
How can I wait until you come to me? The once fleet mornings linger by the way; Their sunny smiles ...
In the warm yellow smile of the morning, She stands at the lattice pane, And watches the strong young binders ...
Smile a little, smile a little, As you go along, Not alone when life is pleasant, But when things go ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Changed? Yes, I will confess it - I have changed. I do not love you in the old fond way. ...
An idle rhyme of the summer time, Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon's pale ...
I love your lips when they're wet with wine And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when ...
A little leaf just in the forest's edge, All summer long, had listened to the wooing Of amorous brids that ...
The stork flew over a town one day, And back of each wing an infant lay; One to a rich ...
I told you the winter would go, love, I told you the winter would go, That he'd flee in shame ...
Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended--- The ball I wrote was to be; And oh! it was perfectly splendid--- If ...
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