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 ...
IAll valor died not on the plains of Troy.Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joyTo sing of deeds as ...
There was a sound in the wind to-day,Like a joyous cymbal ringing!And the leaves of the trees talked with the ...
In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays ...
"Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?""Yes, sir—yes, sir: three bags full.""I don't want any New Thought," said he,"Or ...
Said Willie to Tom "Let us hie awayTo the wonderful Island of Endless Play.It lies off the border of 'No ...
The Radiant Ruler of Mystic RegionsWhere souls of artists are fitted for birth,Gathered together their lovely legionsAnd fashioned a woman ...
The New Year dawns again upon the earth,And all our land re-echoes with its mirth.From east to west, from north ...
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the ...
The bold young Autumn came riding alongOne day where an elm-tree grew."You are fair," he said, as she bent down ...
We two were lovers, the Sea and I; We plighted our troth 'neath a summer sky.And all through the riotous, ...
They tell me new methods now govern the Muses,The modes of expression have changed with the times;That low is the ...
Two bright little fellows, named Harry and Will,Were just the same age and the same size untilOne day in their ...
England, father and mother in one,Look on your stalwart son.Sturdy and strong, with the valour of youth,Where is another so ...
He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.—St. John the Divine.The Spirit says ...
Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres,And, like a blessing or a curse,They thunder down the formless years,And ring throughout the ...
The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet,And clasps the summer with a new delight,Yet wearied, leaves her languors ...
The passion you forbade my lips to utterWill not be silenced. You must hear it inThe sullen thunders when they ...
To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak ...
You never can tell when you send a word,Like an arrow shot from a bowBy an archer blind, be it ...
A under the snow in the dark and the cold,pale little sprout was humming;Sweetly it sang, 'neath the frozen mold,Of ...
Who thinks how desolate and strangeTo me must seem the autumn's change,When housed in attic or in chest,A lonely and ...
At Box Hill, SurreyA modern hour from London (as we spin Into a silver thread the miles of space Between ...
The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night;Though sired by one Creative Power, and nursed at Nature's breast;The ...
God gave him passions, splendid as the sun,Meant for the lordliest purposes; a partOf nature's full and fertile mother heart,From ...
The impulse of all love is to create.God was so full of love, in his embraceHe clasped the empty nothingness ...
I care not who were vicious back of me,No shadow of their sins on me is shed.My will is greater ...
All roads that lead to God are good. What matters it, your faith, or mine? Both centre at the goal ...
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