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 ...
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 ...
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens ...
Flowers of France in the Spring,Your growth is a beautiful thing;But give us your fragrance and bloom,Yea, give us your ...
Once over the ocean in distant lands,In an age long past, were two hostile bands—Two armies of men, both brave, ...
ISir Knight of the world's oldest order,Sir Knight of the Army of God,You have crossed the strange mystical border,The ground ...
When night hung low and dew fell damp,There fell athwart the shadowsThe gleaming watchfires of the camp,Like glow-worms on the ...
We met at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, ...
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came ...
The devil to Bacchus said, one day,In a scowling, growling, petulant way,As he came from earth to hell:"There's a soul ...
False! Good God, I am dreaming!No, no, it never can be—You who are so true in seeming,You, false to your ...
In Nature's bright blossoms not always reposesThat strange subtle essence more rare than their bloom,Which lies in the hearts of ...
There are not many sins when once we sift them.In actions of evolving human soulsStriving to reach high goalsAnd falling ...
Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,One day all meet togetherTo hold a caucus and ...
IThere is no picturesqueness and no glory,No halo of romance, in war to-day.It is a hideous thing; Time would turn ...
What is the end of each man's toil,Brother, O Brother?A handful of dust in a bit of soil—His name forgotten ...
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the ...
Give us a call! We keep good beer,Wine, and brandy, and whiskey here;Our doors are open to boys and men,And ...
In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,As we talk of the opera after the weather,As we chat of fashion ...
Nay seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore,Nor question that the tenor of my life,Past, present and the future, ...
Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of this play?"What play?" Why, this old play of winning hearts!Nay, now, lift not thine ...
I saw a youth, one of God's favored few,Crowned with beauty, and talents, and health;He had climbed the steep pathway, ...
IWe cannot choose our sorrows. One there wasWho, reverent of soul, and strong with trust,Cried, 'God, though Thou shouldst bow ...
Little by little and one by one,Out of the ether, were worlds created;Star and planet and sea and sun,All in ...
Immortal life is something to be earned,By slow, self-conquest, comradeship with pain,And patient seeking after higher truths.We cannot follow our ...
I am singing a song to the boys to-day,A song of the home that is far away.And I know that ...
Saw you the youth, with the face like the morning,Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea?Heard you the ...
Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay storedThe priceless riches of all climes and lands,Say, wouldst thou let ...
Hollow a grave where the willows wave,And lay him under the grasses,Where the pitying breeze bloweth up from the seas,And ...
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