Thought-Magnets (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
With each strong thought, with every earnest longingFor aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,Invisible vast forces are set throngingBetween ...
With each strong thought, with every earnest longingFor aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,Invisible vast forces are set throngingBetween ...
He never made a fortune, or a noise In the world where men are seeking after fame; But he had ...
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; Or so the unperceiving thought, Who looked no deeper than her face, Devoid of ...
All roads that lead to God are good. What matters it, your faith, or mine? Both centre at the goal ...
Straight through my heart this fact to-day, By Truth's own hand is driven: God never takes one thing away, But ...
Changed? Yes, I will confess it - I have changed. I do not love you in the old fond way. ...
Oh, you who read some song that I have sung - What know you of the soul from whence it ...
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your ...
Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak ...
As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that ...
I'd rather have my verses win A place in common people's hearts, Who, toiling through the strife and din Of ...
It I may not reach the heights I seek, My untried strength may fail me; Or, halfway up the mountain ...
I'm pardoned out. Again the stars Shine on me with their myriad eyes. So long I've peered 'twixt iron bars, ...
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. To live, to breathe, to wonder ...
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago, That we see through a mist of ...
Let me to-day do something that shall take A little sadness from the world's vast store, And may I be ...
If any line that I ever penned, Or any word I have spoken, Has comforted heart of foe or friend ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Here, in the heart of the world, Here, in the noise and the din, Here, where our spirits were hurled ...
Do you remember the name I wore - The old pet-name of Little Queen - In the dear, dead days ...
On the white throat of useless passion That scorched my soul with its burning breath I clutched my fingers in ...
Wherever my feet may wander Wherever I chance to be, There comes, with the coming of even' time A vision ...
My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night, Beating its wings against the prison bars, Longing to reach the ...
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