Certitude (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
There was a time when I was confidentThat God's stupendous mystery of birthWas mine to know. The wonder of it ...
There was a time when I was confidentThat God's stupendous mystery of birthWas mine to know. The wonder of it ...
'Little kids,' you call usAs we are at play.You were little childrenJust the other day.Now to-morrow nears us,Soon we too ...
You left me with the autumn time; When the winter stripped the forest bare, Then dressed it in his spotless ...
'By-and-bye, ' the maiden sighed - 'by-and-bye He will claim me for his bride, Hope is strong and time is ...
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago. ...
Once in the world's first prime, When nothing lived or stirred, Nothing but new-born Time, Nor was there even a ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
An idle rhyme of the summer time, Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon's pale ...
I think that the bitterest sorrow or pain Of love unrequited, or cold death's woe, Is sweet, compared to that ...
There is nothing, I hold, in the way of work That a human being may not achieve If he does ...
If I should die, to-day, To-morrow, maybe, the world would see Would waken from sleep, and say, "Why here was ...
Wherever my feet may wander Wherever I chance to be, There comes, with the coming of even' time A vision ...
The band was playing a waltz-quadrille, I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, As we floated away, at the ...
Changed? Yes, I will confess it - I have changed. I do not love you in the old fond way. ...
Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. ...
The stork flew over a town one day, And back of each wing an infant lay; One to a rich ...
Time's finger on the dial of my life Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day Leaves less than ...
Are you loving enough? There is some one dear, Some one you hold as the dearest of all In the ...
Toward even when the day leans down, To kiss the upturned face of night, Out just beyond the loud-voiced town ...
We walk on starry fields of white And do not see the daisies; For blessings common in our sight We ...
I must do as you do? Your way I own Is a very good way, and still, There are sometimes ...
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