MIDSUMMER (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
After the May time and after the June timeRare with blossoms and perfume sweet,Cometh the round world's royal noon time,The ...
After the May time and after the June timeRare with blossoms and perfume sweet,Cometh the round world's royal noon time,The ...
I saw a mother give wine to her boy—The rain-drops fall and fall:The pride of his parents, a household joy,A ...
Of all the blessings which my life has known,I value most, and most praise God for three:Want, Loneliness and Pain, ...
The subtle beauty of this day Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, And care and grief have ...
Our lives are songs. God writes the words,And we set them to music at pleasure;And the song grows glad, or ...
Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow,Where "blisses" rhymed with "kisses," "heart," with "dart:"Yet, reading it, new strength I ...
There are ghosts in the room.As I sit here alone, from the dark corners thereThey come out of the gloom,And ...
Baby was playing and down he fell, down he fell, down he fell,Mama will kiss him and make him well,Oh! ...
I am tired to-night, and something,The wind maybe, or the rain,Or the cry of a bird in the copse outside,Has ...
Who thinks how desolate and strangeTo me must seem the autumn's change,When housed in attic or in chest,A lonely and ...
Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy,Is inspiration, eager to pursue,But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy,Who gives herself ...
When you go away, my friend, When you say your last good-bye, Then the summer time will end, ...
One bitter time of mourning, I remember,When day, and night, my sad heart did complain,My life, I said, was one ...
Talk happiness. The world is sad enoughWithout your woes. No path is wholly rough;Look for the places that are smooth ...
Into the gloom of the deep, dark night, With panting breath and a startled scream; Swift as a ...
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone.For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,But has ...
When first I looked upon the face of PainI shrank repelled, as one shrinks from a foeWho stands with dagger ...
Why do we pity those who weep? The painThat finds a ready outlet in the flowOf salt and bitter tears ...
There is a courage, a majestic thingThat springs forth from the brow of pain, full-grown,Minerva-like, and dares all dangers known,And ...
If one poor burdened toiler o'er life's road,Who meets us by the way,Goes on less conscious of his galling load,Then ...
There is much in life that makes me sorry as I journey down life's way. And I seem to see ...
Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the ...
The subtle beauty of this day Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell, And care and grief have flown away, ...
When this world's pleasures for my soul sufficed, Ere my heart's plummet sounded depths of pain, I call on Reason ...
As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that ...
We will lay our summer away, my friend, So tenderly lay it away. It was bright and sweet to the ...
They say the world is round, and yet I often think it square, So many little hurts we get From ...
Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. ...
The day will dawn when one of us shall hearken In vain to hear a voice that has grown dumb. ...
I sit in the twilight dim At the close of an idle day, And I list to the soft sweet ...
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