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 ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
There was a sound in the wind to-day,Like a joyous cymbal ringing!And the leaves of the trees talked with the ...
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.It is time you found ...
The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered ...
In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays ...
Once over the ocean in distant lands,In an age long past, were two hostile bands—Two armies of men, both brave, ...
A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit ...
Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,When earth was empty, waiting still for man,Before the breath of life to ...
The world has crowned a thousand kings:But destiny has keptHer weightiest hour of kingly powerTo offer England's son.The rising bell ...
Into the world's most high and holy placesMen carry selfishness, and graft and greed.The air is rent with warring of ...
The Muse said, Let us sing a little songWherein no hint of wrong,No echo of the great world need, or ...
Three Souls there were that reached the Heavenly Gate,And gained permission of the Guard to wait.Barred from the bliss of ...
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came ...
Toward even when the day leans down, To kiss the upturned face of night, Out just beyond the ...
False! Good God, I am dreaming!No, no, it never can be—You who are so true in seeming,You, false to your ...
There's a terrible steed that rests not night nor day,But onward and onward, for ever away,Through hamlet, through village, through ...
In every part of the thrifty town,Whether my course be up or down,In lane, and alley, and avenue,Painted in yellow, ...
The Radiant Ruler of Mystic RegionsWhere souls of artists are fitted for birth,Gathered together their lovely legionsAnd fashioned a woman ...
Oh many a duel the world has seenThat was bittter with hate, that was red with gore,But I sing of ...
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,Under the gaslight I saw a face—A woman's face! and I swear ...
Time's finger on the dial of my lifePoints to high noon! and yet the half-spent dayLeaves less than half remaining, ...
I have been down in the darkest water—Deep, deep down where no light could pierce;Alone with the things that are ...
Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black,Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair,But, like a rose touched by untimely ...
Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,Into the morning's golden light;Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin,Into the arms ...
She waited in a rose-hued room;A wanton-hearted creature she,But beautiful and bright to seeAs some great orchid just in bloom.Upon ...
All through the night time, and all through the day time,Dreading the morning and dreading the night,Nearer and nearer we ...
In the journey of life, as we travel alongTo the mystical goal that is hidden from sight,You may stumble at ...
Sometimes when I have dropped asleep, Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep ...
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