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 ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
All through the Castle of High-bred Ease,Where the chief employment was do-as-you-please,Spread consternation and wild despair.The queen was wringing her ...
The Muse said, Let us sing a little songWherein no hint of wrong,No echo of the great world need, or ...
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,And here are the letters he wrote to me.And the ring of ...
Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,A maxim I long have believed in, is true.Each day I grow ...
I was smoking a cigarette;Maud, my wife, and the tenor, McKey,Were singing together a blithe duet,And days it were better ...
What a terrible night! Does the Night, I wonder—The Night, with her black veil down to her feetLike an ordained ...
One time in Arcadie's fair bowersThere met a bright immortal band,To choose their emblems from the flowersThat made an Eden ...
Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine,And I think every fellow will stateThat the "what-you-may-call-it" coiffured wayThey put up ...
I loved a maiden, long ago,She held within her hand my fate;And in the ruddy sunset glowWe lingered at the ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
As I go and shop, sir! If a car I stop, sir! Where you chance to sit, And you want ...
Last night I knelt low at my lady's feet. One soft, caressing hand played with my hair, And one I ...
Every morning, as I walk down From my dreary lodgings, toward the town, I see at a window, near the ...
'Twas just a slight flirtation, And where's the harm, I pray, In that amusing pastime So much in vogue to-day? ...
Over the banisters bends a face, Daringly sweet and beguiling. Somebody stands in careless grace, And watches the picture, smiling. ...
Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak ...
Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; Tie up the broken threads of that old dream; And go ...
This is the place that I love the best, A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest, Hid among grasses, ...
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago, That we see through a mist of ...
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