Custer: Book Third (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
IAs in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their ...
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems on Pleasure (67 Poems)
Flowers Of France Decoration Poem For Soldiers’ Graves, Tours, France, May 30, 1918 (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your ...
Worthy The Name of Sir Knight (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
ISir Knight of the world's oldest order,Sir Knight of the Army of God,You have crossed the strange mystical border,The ground ...
The Camp Fire (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
When night hung low and dew fell damp,There fell athwart the shadowsThe gleaming watchfires of the camp,Like glow-worms on the ...
The Glory That Slumbered In The Granite Rock (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
A granite rock on the mountain side Gazed on ...
Then And Now (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
A little time agone, a few brief years,And there was peace within our beauteous borders;Peace, and a prosperous people, and ...
Leudeman’s-o (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Toward even when the day leans down, To kiss the upturned face of night, Out just beyond the ...
The Black Charger (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
There's a terrible steed that rests not night nor day,But onward and onward, for ever away,Through hamlet, through village, through ...
Songs Of A Country Home (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
IWho has not felt his heart leap up, and glowWhat time the tulips first begin to blow,Has one sweet joy, ...
The Island Of Endless Play (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Said Willie to Tom "Let us hie awayTo the wonderful Island of Endless Play.It lies off the border of 'No ...
A Tumbler Of Claret (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
I poured out a tumbler of Claret,Of course with intention to drink,And, holding it up in the sunlight,I paused for ...
High Noon. (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Time's finger on the dial of my lifePoints to high noon! and yet the half-spent dayLeaves less than half remaining, ...
Queries (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Well, how has it been with you since we metThat last strange time of a hundred times?When we met to ...
Vanity Fair (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,As we talk of the opera after the weather,As we chat of fashion ...
Christmas Fancies. (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.And etched ...
The Beautiful Blue Danube (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
They drift down the hall together;He smiles in her lifted eyes;Like waves of that mighty river,The strains of the "Danube" ...
The Phantom Ball (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
You remember the hall on the corner?To-night as I walked down streetI heard the sound of music,And the rhythmic beat ...
Dell And I (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
In a mansion grand, just over the way,Lives bonny, beautiful Dell;You may have heard of this lady gay,For she is ...
Guilo (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?The sunshine is to-day's, ...
Don’t Drink (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Don't drink, boys, don't!There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer,In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer.If they ...
Karma (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
IWe cannot choose our sorrows. One there wasWho, reverent of soul, and strong with trust,Cried, 'God, though Thou shouldst bow ...
A Song Of Home (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
I am singing a song to the boys to-day,A song of the home that is far away.And I know that ...
The Year Outgrows the Spring (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet,And clasps the summer with a new delight,Yet wearied, leaves her languors ...
Wanted–A Little Girl (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Where have they gone to—the little girlsWith natural manners and natural curls;Who love their dollies and like their toys,And talk ...
Art and Heart (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,It is not art, but heart, which wins ...
The Truth Teller (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,And shows us the people's plight;And everything seems uncertain,And nothing at all looks right.Yet out ...
Response (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
I said this morning, as I leaned and threwMy shutters open to the Spring's surprise,"Tell me, O Earth, how is ...
Seeking For Happiness (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;The road leads not down avenues of haste;But often gently winds through by ways ...
The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Now is the time when India is gayWith wedding parties; and the radiant throngsSeem like a scattered rainbow taking partIn ...
Show me the Way (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Show me the way that leads to the true life.I do not care what tempests may assail me,I shall be ...