The Island Of Endless Play (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Said Willie to Tom "Let us hie awayTo the wonderful Island of Endless Play.It lies off the border of 'No ...
Said Willie to Tom "Let us hie awayTo the wonderful Island of Endless Play.It lies off the border of 'No ...
By the castle-gate my lady stands,Viewing broad acres and spreading lands.Hill and valley and mead and plainAre all her own, ...
Dying? I am not dying. Are you mad?You think I need to ask for heavenly grace?I think you are a ...
Though you see no banded army,Though you hear no cannons rattle,We are in a mighty contest,We are fighting a great ...
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 ...
The Radiant Ruler of Mystic RegionsWhere souls of artists are fitted for birth,Gathered together their lovely legionsAnd fashioned a woman ...
I poured out a tumbler of Claret,Of course with intention to drink,And, holding it up in the sunlight,I paused for ...
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,And here are the letters he wrote to me.And the ring of ...
Oh many a duel the world has seenThat was bittter with hate, that was red with gore,But I sing of ...
To-night when I came from the club at eleven,Under the gaslight I saw a face—A woman's face! and I swear ...
My babe was moaning in its sleep,I leaned and kissed it where it lay,My pain was such I could not ...
These agent men! these agent men!We hear the dreaded step again,We see a stranger at the door;And brace ourselves for ...
Time's finger on the dial of my lifePoints to high noon! and yet the half-spent dayLeaves less than half remaining, ...
Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,A maxim I long have believed in, is true.Each day I grow ...
What is the end of each man's toil,Brother, O Brother?A handful of dust in a bit of soil—His name forgotten ...
The New Year dawns again upon the earth,And all our land re-echoes with its mirth.From east to west, from north ...
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 ...
Veils, everywhere float veils; veils long and black,Framing white faces, oft-times young and fair,But, like a rose touched by untimely ...
Two harvesters walked through the rows of corn,Down to the ripe wheat fields, one morn.Both were fair, in the flush ...
Where are the temperance people?Well, scattered here and there:Some gathering in their produceTo show at the autumn fair;Some threshing wheat ...
Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,Into the morning's golden light;Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin,Into the arms ...
I was smoking a cigarette;Maud, my wife, and the tenor, McKey,Were singing together a blithe duet,And days it were better ...
She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,With her eyes ...
If Christ came questioning His world to-day, (If Christ came questioning,) 'What hast thou done to glorify thy God, Since ...
When the first sere leaves of the year were falling,I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled,Out 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 ...
You do but jest, sir, and you jest not well,How could the hand be enemy of the arm, Or seed ...
In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smile,As we talk of the opera after the weather,As we chat of fashion ...
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