A Fatal Impress (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
A little leaf just in the forest's edge,All summer long, had listened to the wooingOf amorous brids that flew across ...
A little leaf just in the forest's edge,All summer long, had listened to the wooingOf amorous brids that flew across ...
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
The world was widowed by the death of Christ:Vainly its suffering soul for peace has soughtAnd found it not.For nothing, ...
Last was the wealth I carried in life's pack—Youth, health, ambition, hope and trust but TimeAnd Fate, those robbers fit ...
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 ...
IThere is no picturesqueness and no glory,No halo of romance, in war to-day.It is a hideous thing; Time would turn ...
I poured out a tumbler of Claret,Of course with intention to drink,And, holding it up in the sunlight,I paused for ...
Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,A maxim I long have believed in, is true.Each day I grow ...
I have been down in the darkest water—Deep, deep down where no light could pierce;Alone with the things that are ...
There is grief in the cup!I saw a proud mother set wine on the board;The eyes of her son sparkled ...
There was a kingdom known as the Mind,A kingdom vast as fair,And the brave king, Brain, had the right to ...
Nay seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore,Nor question that the tenor of my life,Past, present and the future, ...
IWe cannot choose our sorrows. One there wasWho, reverent of soul, and strong with trust,Cried, 'God, though Thou shouldst bow ...
Immortal life is something to be earned,By slow, self-conquest, comradeship with pain,And patient seeking after higher truths.We cannot follow our ...
You will forget me. The years are so tender,They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep,This dream ...
Think of it, think of it over the waterThousands of men to-day march on to death,Think how the sun shines ...
Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres,And, like a blessing or a curse,They thunder down the formless years,And ring throughout the ...
The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet,And clasps the summer with a new delight,Yet wearied, leaves her languors ...
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,And shows us the people's plight;And everything seems uncertain,And nothing at all looks right.Yet out ...
Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow,Where "blisses" rhymed with "kisses," "heart," with "dart:"Yet, reading it, new strength I ...
O mother who sips sweetened liquors!Look down at the child on your breast;Think, think of the rough path before him,And ...
When you go away, my friend, When you say your last good-bye, Then the summer time will end, ...
One bitter time of mourning, I remember,When day, and night, my sad heart did complain,My life, I said, was one ...
Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,Though he laughs in the daytime, oft weeps through the nights;For courage ...
Thepessimistic locust, last to leaf,Though all the world is glad, still talks of grief.(Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
If I could clasp my little babe Upon my breast to-night, I would not mind the blowing wind That shrieketh ...
Are you loving enough? There is some one dear, Some one you hold as the dearest of all In the ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
A little leaf just in the forest's edge, All summer long, had listened to the wooing Of amorous brids that ...
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