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 ...
IAs in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their ...
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet ...
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, ...
On the sea of life they floated,Brothers twain in manhood's pride,And the good ship "Temperance" bore them,Safely o'er the stormy ...
The world was widowed by the death of Christ:Vainly its suffering soul for peace has soughtAnd found it not.For nothing, ...
The world has crowned a thousand kings:But destiny has keptHer weightiest hour of kingly powerTo offer England's son.The rising bell ...
A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurledIn the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see,Two Centuries meet, and sit ...
A rose in my garden, the sweetest and fairest,Was hanging her head through the long golden hours;And early one morning ...
We met at night in the season's hight,Mid revel and mirth and song.I looked in your eye with a mute, ...
The man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day,Warning the sinners from the broad highwayThat leads to death. He rolls his ...
There was a fair green garden slopingFrom the south-east side of the mountain-ledge;And the earliest tint of the dawn came ...
Toward even when the day leans down, To kiss the upturned face of night, Out just beyond the ...
I: BLINDWhen first the shadows fell, like prison bars,And darkness spread before me, like a pall,I cried out for the ...
Dying? I am not dying. Are you mad?You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?I think you are a ...
Alone I climb the steep ascending pathWhich leads to knowledge. In the babbling throngsThat hurry after, shouting to the worldSmall ...
IThere is no picturesqueness and no glory,No halo of romance, in war to-day.It is a hideous thing; Time would turn ...
Time's finger on the dial of my lifePoints to high noon! and yet the half-spent dayLeaves less than half remaining, ...
I have been down in the darkest water—Deep, deep down where no light could pierce;Alone with the things that are ...
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the ...
Never since the race was started,Had a boy in any clime,Cause to be so thankful-hearted,As the boys of present time.Not ...
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.And etched ...
Well, how has it been with you since we metThat last strange time of a hundred times?When we met to ...
She waited in a rose-hued room;A wanton-hearted creature she,But beautiful and bright to seeAs some great orchid just in bloom.Upon ...
Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world,Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods ...
All through the night time, and all through the day time,Dreading the morning and dreading the night,Nearer and nearer we ...
Ho! for the day in the whole year the brightest!Long may it live in the heart of the nation!Long may ...
They drift down the hall together;He smiles in her lifted eyes;Like waves of that mighty river,The strains of the "Danube" ...
You remember the hall on the corner?To-night as I walked down streetI heard the sound of music,And the rhythmic beat ...
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