Meg’s Curse (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered ...
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 ...
Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your ...
A rose in my garden, the sweetest and fairest,Was hanging her head through the long golden hours;And early one morning ...
The harsh King—Winter—sat upon the hills, And reigned and ruled the earth right royally. He locked the rivers, ...
There sat two glasses, filled to the brim, On a rich man's table, rim to rim. One was ruddy and ...
I saw them sitting in the shade;The long green vines hung over,But could not hide the gold-haired maidAnd Earl, my ...
There's a terrible steed that rests not night nor day,But onward and onward, for ever away,Through hamlet, through village, through ...
In Nature's bright blossoms not always reposesThat strange subtle essence more rare than their bloom,Which lies in the hearts of ...
There are not many sins when once we sift them.In actions of evolving human soulsStriving to reach high goalsAnd falling ...
The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,It flushes and glows on moor and lea;The birds are singing in careless ...
Woman, sitting at your ease,In the midst of luxuries,Bound by chains of selfishness,With no aim but "how to dress,"Does the ...
Oh! when I think in what a thorny wayThe feet of men must ever walk and stray,I do not wonder ...
One time in Arcadie's fair bowersThere met a bright immortal band,To choose their emblems from the flowersThat made an Eden ...
To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak ...
High o'er the clouds a Sunbeam shone,And far down under him,With a subtle grace that was all her own,The Mist ...
Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,Mama will kiss him and make him well,Oh! ...
Who thinks how desolate and strangeTo me must seem the autumn's change,When housed in attic or in chest,A lonely and ...
I saw a maid with her chivalrous lover:He was both tender and true;He kissed her lips, vowing over and over,"Darling, ...
They stood at the garden gate.By the lifting of a lidShe might have read her fateIn a little thing he ...
Just a little every day—That's the way!Seeds in darkness swell and grow,Tiny blades push through the snow;Never any flower of ...
Uncle Rob says:Once the daisies all were white,Till a baby fellowAte his supper down one night,And stained his face all ...
How can I wait until you come to me? The once fleet mornings linger by the way; Their sunny smiles ...
An idle rhyme of the summer time, Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon's pale ...
Why sit ye idly dreaming all the day, While the golden, precious hours flit away? See you not the day ...
I told you the winter would go, love, I told you the winter would go, That he'd flee in shame ...
In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth with ...
I and new love, in all its living bloom, Sat vis-à-vis, while tender twilight hours Went softly by us, treading ...
I called to the summer sun, "Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run, And ...
In the rapture of life and of living, I lift up my head and rejoice, And I thank the great ...
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