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 ...
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens ...
In the fair morning of his life, When his pure heart lay in his breast, Panting, ...
A mother kneels by the cradle,Where her little infant lies,And she sees the ghastly shadowsCreeping around his eyes.And she clasps ...
Two harvesters walked through the rows of corn,Down to the ripe wheat fields, one morn.Both were fair, in the flush ...
Where are the temperance people?Well, scattered here and there:Some gathering in their produceTo show at the autumn fair;Some threshing wheat ...
You who are loudly crying out for peace,You who are wanting love to vanquish hate.How is it in the four ...
There is grief in the cup!I saw a proud mother set wine on the board;The eyes of her son sparkled ...
Batter in the home place,That was nobly done;Try and get the first base—Run! Run! RUN!Ah, there, short stop, will you ...
All nail the dawn of a new day breaking,When a strong-armed nation shall take awayThe weary burdens from backs that ...
There's many a house of grandeur,With turret, tower and dome,That knows not peace or comfort,And does not prove a home.I ...
There's many a house of grandeur,With turret, tower and dome,That knows not peace or comfort,And does not prove a home.I ...
Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out, The ships all sunk among the coral strands. I am so ...
I am singing a song to the boys to-day,A song of the home that is far away.And I know that ...
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.He hastes to his dear ...
Lord, let us pray.Give us the open mind, O God,The mind that dares believeIn paths of thought as yet untrod;The ...
Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in FrenchAs along through France we go.But the moments to us ...
Now what were the words of Jesus,And what would He pause and say,If we were to meet in home or ...
'Little kids,' you call usAs we are at play.You were little childrenJust the other day.Now to-morrow nears us,Soon we too ...
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 ...
In the warm yellow smile of the morning, She stands at the lattice pane, And watches the strong young binders ...
I'm pardoned out. Again the stars Shine on me with their myriad eyes. So long I've peered 'twixt iron bars, ...
The Wife The house is like a garden, The children are the flowers, The gardener should come methinks And walk ...
This is the place that I love the best, A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest, Hid among grasses, ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country - the Beyond; And yet, not strange, ...
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