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 ...
IAs in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their ...
Oh many a duel the world has seenThat was bittter with hate, that was red with gore,But I sing of ...
You who are loudly crying out for peace,You who are wanting love to vanquish hate.How is it in the four ...
In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,As we talk of the opera after the weather,As we chat of fashion ...
Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great,How bitter and how black must be your self-invited fate,While Time ...
Immortal life is something to be earned,By slow, self-conquest, comradeship with pain,And patient seeking after higher truths.We cannot follow our ...
I into life so full of love was sentThat all the shadows which fall on the wayOf every human being ...
Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,Art invincible and great. Well, I own thy prowess; stillDare I flount thee, with ...
As I came through the Valley of Despair,As I came through the valley, on my sight,More awful than the darkness ...
Life is too short for any vain regretting;Let dead delight bury its dead, I say,And let us go upon our ...
Into the gloom of the deep, dark night, With panting breath and a startled scream; Swift as a ...
Whoever was begotten by pure love,And came desired and welcome into life,Is of immaculate conception. HeWhose heart is full of ...
The impulse of all love is to create.God was so full of love, in his embraceHe clasped the empty nothingness ...
Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it. Cast sweets into its cup whene'er you can. No heart so ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
'Tis time to dress. Dost hear the music surging Like sobbing waves that roll up from the sea? Yes, yes, ...
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth ...
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