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 ...
We met at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, ...
The Muse said, Let us sing a little songWherein no hint of wrong,No echo of the great world need, or ...
Though you see no banded army,Though you hear no cannons rattle,We are in a mighty contest,We are fighting a great ...
Oh many a duel the world has seenThat was bittter with hate, that was red with gore,But I sing of ...
A vision beauteous as the morn, With heavenly eyes and tresses streaming, Slow glided o'er a field late shorn ...
They tell me new methods now govern the Muses,The modes of expression have changed with the times;That low is the ...
Oh, not for the great departed,Who formed our country's laws,And not for the bravest-heartedWho died in freedom's cause,And not for ...
Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,It is not art, but heart, which wins ...
Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow,Where "blisses" rhymed with "kisses," "heart," with "dart:"Yet, reading it, new strength I ...
Oh, an ugly thing is an iron rail,Black, with its face to the dust.But it carries a message where winged ...
Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,Though he laughs in the daytime, oft weeps through the nights;For courage ...
My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night, Beating its wings against the prison bars, Longing to reach the ...
Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays, Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wine Why should the ...
Oh, you who read some song that I have sung - What know you of the soul from whence it ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
An idle rhyme of the summer time, Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon's pale ...
If I should die, to-day, To-morrow, maybe, the world would see Would waken from sleep, and say, "Why here was ...
In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth with ...
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