My Home (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
This is the place that I love the best, A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest, Hid among grasses, ...
This is the place that I love the best, A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest, Hid among grasses, ...
If all the year was summer-time, And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme ...
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago, That we see through a mist of ...
How can I wait until you come to me? The once fleet mornings linger by the way; Their sunny smiles ...
An idle rhyme of the summer time, Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon's pale ...
A little leaf just in the forest's edge, All summer long, had listened to the wooing Of amorous brids that ...
When shall I hear the thrushes sing, And see their graceful, round throats swelling? When shall I watch the bluebirds ...
All in the beautiful Autumn weather One thought lingers with me and stays; Death and winter are coming together, Though ...
Last summer, lazing by the sea, I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me--- She had ...
She sits beside the window. All who pass Turn once again to gaze on her sweet face. She is so ...
We two were lovers, the Sea and I; We plighted our troth 'neath a summer sky. And all through the ...
We must not force events, but rather make The heart soil ready for their coming, as The earth spreads carpets ...
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your ...
I called to the summer sun, "Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them to run, And ...
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