I Step Across The Mystic Border-Land (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
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, ...
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, ...
Immortal life is something to be earned,By slow, self-conquest, comradeship with pain,And patient seeking after higher truths.We cannot follow our ...
I am singing a song to the boys to-day,A song of the home that is far away.And I know that ...
Now who is ready to go with meOff and away to dream town?Oh, such a journey as that will be,All ...
Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay storedThe priceless riches of all climes and lands,Say, wouldst thou let ...
I am all tired out, said the mouth, with a pout,I am all tired out with talk.Just wait, said the ...
Ho! ho! Father Death! I have won you another!Another grand soul I have ruined and taken;I, who am licensed by ...
You know that oasis, fresh and fairIn the city desert, as Greeley square?That bright triangle of scented bloomThat lies surrounded ...
Oh! when I think in what a thorny wayThe feet of men must ever walk and stray,I do not wonder ...
Saw you the youth, with the face like the morning,Refilling the glass, that foamed white as the sea?Heard you the ...
It is a common fate-a woman's lot-To waste on one the riches of her soul,Who takes the wealth she gives ...
Now, dear, it isn't the bold things,Great deeds of valour and might,That count the most in the summing up of ...
All that I ask, says Love, "is just to standAnd gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes;For in their depths ...
Back of each soldier who fights for France,Aye, back of each woman and manWho toils and prays through these long ...
Be not dismayed, be not dismayed when deathSets its white seal upon some worshipped face.Poor human nature for a little ...
There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,Curious isles without number.We'll visit them all as we leisurely creepDown the ...
The cunningest thing that a baby can doIs the very first time it plays peek-a-boo;When it hides its pink little ...
You will forget me. The years are so tender,They bind up the wounds which we think are so deep,This dream ...
Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradleThe rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside.No more to its motion ...
Over my desk in a dark office bending.Dim seems the sunlight and dull seems the day;But when the afternoon draws ...
He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.—St. John the Divine.The Spirit says ...
Think of it, think of it over the waterThousands of men to-day march on to death,Think how the sun shines ...
Sometimes I feel so passionate a yearningFor spiritual perfection here below,This vigorous frame, with healthful fervor burning,Seems my determined foe,So ...
England, father and mother in one,Look on your stalwart son.Sturdy and strong, with the valour of youth,Where is another so ...
I shall not forget you. The years may be tender,But vain are their efforts to soften my smart;And the strong ...
Only a blunder—a sad mistake;All my own fault and mine alone.The saddest error a heart can make;I was so young, ...
Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres,And, like a blessing or a curse,They thunder down the formless years,And ring throughout the ...
The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet,And clasps the summer with a new delight,Yet wearied, leaves her languors ...
GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle, The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside: No more to ...
I into life so full of love was sentThat all the shadows which fall on the wayOf every human being ...
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