The Phantom Ball (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
You remember the hall on the corner?To-night as I walked down streetI heard the sound of music,And the rhythmic beat ...
You remember the hall on the corner?To-night as I walked down streetI heard the sound of music,And the rhythmic beat ...
The danger of war, with its havoc of life, The danger of ocean, when storms are rife, The danger of ...
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,And I wander about them at will;And I pause at the casements, where boxes of ...
Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,My Gracia, who hath so deserted me.Thou art my friend, but if ...
Two bright little fellows, named Harry and Will,Were just the same age and the same size untilOne day in their ...
Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great,How bitter and how black must be your self-invited fate,While Time ...
I step across the mystic border-land,And look upon the wonder-world of Art.How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!And all its valleys, ...
You will forget me. The years are so tender,They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep,This dream ...
I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;And the strong ...
Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;A song I sang, full many a year ago,Smiled up at me, as in ...
After the May time and after the June timeRare with blossoms and perfume sweet,Cometh the round world's royal noon time,The ...
I called to the wind of the Winter,As he sped like a steed on his way,"Oh! rest for awhile on ...
Time has made conquest of so many thingsThat once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youthThat ran to meet the years; bold ...
This is the world's stupendous hour—The supreme moment for the raceTo see the emptiness of power,The worthlessness of wealth and ...
To Miss Eva Russell.The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.The hilltops are bleak ...
Now is the time when India is gayWith wedding parties; and the radiant throngsSeem like a scattered rainbow taking partIn ...
Show me the way that leads to the true life.I do not care what tempests may assail me,I shall be ...
We are younger in years! Yes, that is true;But in some things we are older than you.For instance, you sometimes ...
The Needle and Thread one day were wed,The Thimble acted as priest,A paper of Pins, and the Scissors twinsWere among ...
Life is too short for any vain regretting;Let dead delight bury its dead, I say,And let us go upon our ...
Little by little the year grows old,The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;The sun grows dim, and the winds ...
Time flies. The swift hours hurry byAnd speed us on to untried ways;New seasons ripen, perish, die,And yet love stays.The ...
The times are not degenerate. Man's faithMounts higher than of old. No crumbling creedCan take from the immortal soul the ...
He said he loved me! Then he called my hairSilk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,My cheek a rose ...
There is a haunting phantom called Regret,A shadowy creature robed somewhat like Woe,But fairer in the face, whom all men ...
Man has explored all countries and all lands,And made his own the secrets of each clime.Now, ere the world has ...
The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night;Though sired by one Creative Power, and nursed at Nature's breast;The ...
But to every mind there openeth,A way, and way, and away,A high soul climbs the highway,And the low soul gropes ...
The impulse of all love is to create.God was so full of love, in his embraceHe clasped the empty nothingness ...
Uncle Rob says,That once on a time the fire fliesWere stars with the others up in the skies.They used to ...
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