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 ...
Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.It is time you found ...
In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays ...
The four winds of earth, the North, South, East, and West,Shrieked and groaned, sobbed and wailed, like the soul of ...
A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit ...
A granite rock on the mountain side Gazed on ...
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came ...
By the castle-gate my lady stands,Viewing broad acres and spreading lands.Hill and valley and mead and plainAre all her own, ...
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.And etched ...
I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;He had climbed the steep pathway, ...
Now who is ready to go with meOff and away to dream town?Oh, such a journey as that will be,All ...
There was a boy named Grumble Tone, who ran away to sea."I'm sick of things on land," he said, "as ...
Dear Love, where the red lilies blossomed and grewThe white snows are falling;And all through the woods where I wandered ...
A under the snow in the dark and the cold,pale little sprout was humming;Sweetly it sang, 'neath the frozen mold,Of ...
He said he loved me! Then he called my hairSilk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,My cheek a rose ...
Just a little every day—That's the way!Seeds in darkness swell and grow,Tiny blades push through the snow;Never any flower of ...
As when the old moon lighted by the tender And radiant crescent of the new is seen, And for a ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
I told you the winter would go, love, I told you the winter would go, That he'd flee in shame ...
Wherever my feet may wander Wherever I chance to be, There comes, with the coming of even' time A vision ...
Let the old snow be covered with the new: The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden. Let it ...
I must do as you do? Your way I own Is a very good way, and still, There are sometimes ...
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago. ...
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