Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
To Men
Sirs, when you pity us, I sayYou waste your pity. Let it stay,Well corked and stored upon your shelves,Until you need it for yourselves.We do..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
To Marry Or Not To Marry?
A Girl’s ReverieMother says, ‘Be in no hurry,Marriage oft means care and worry.’Auntie says, with manner grave,‘Wife is synonym for slave.’Father..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
To An Astrologer
Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mystic lore,Nor question that the tenor of my life,Past, present and the future, is revealedThere in my horoscope. I do..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Tis The Set Of The Sail -- Or -- One Ship Sails East
But to every mind there openeth,A way, and way, and away,A high soul climbs the highway,And the low soul gropes the low,And in between on the misty..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Tired
I am tired to-night, and something,The wind maybe, or the rain,Or the cry of a bird in the copse outside,Has brought back the past and its pain.And I..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Time's Hymn Of Hate
Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great,How bitter and how black must be your self-invited fate,While Time goes down the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Time's Defeat
Time has made conquest of so many thingsThat once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youthThat ran to meet the years; bold brigand health,That broke all..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Time Enough
I know it is early morning,And hope is calling aloud,And your heart is afire with Youth’s desireTo hurry along with the crowd.But linger a bit by the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Time And Love
Time flies. The swift hours hurry byAnd speed us on to untried ways;New seasons ripen, perish, die,And yet love stays.The old, old love – like sweet..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Thy Ship
Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay storedThe priceless riches of all climes and lands,Say, woudst thou let it float upon the seasUnpiloted, of..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Through The Valley
(After James Thomson)As I came through the Valley of Despair,As I came through the valley, onmy sight,More awful that the darkness of the night,Shone..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three-Fold
Somewhere I've read a thoughtful mind's reflection:'All perfect things are three-fold'; and I knowOur love has the rare symbol of perfection;The..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three Women
I.A dull little station, a man with the eyeOf a dreamer; a bevy of girls moving by;A swift moving train and a hot Summer sun,The curtain goes up, and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three Women
My love is young, so young;Young is her cheek, and her throat,And life is a song to be sungWith love the word for each note.Young is her cheek and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three Souls
Three Souls there were that reached the Heavenly Gate,And gained permission of the Guard to wait.Barred from the bliss of Paradise by sin,They did..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three Friends
Of all the blessings which my life has known,I value most, and most praise God for three:Want, Loneliness and Pain, those comrades true,Who..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Three And One
Sometimes she seems so helpless and mild,So full of sweet unreason and so weak,So prone to some capricious whim or freak;Now gay, now tearful, and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Thought-Magnets
With each strong thought, with every earnest longingFor aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,Invisible vast forces are set throngingBetween thee..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Thou Dost Not Know
Thou dost not know it! but to hearOne word of praise from thee,There is no pain I would not bear,No task too great for me.My hands could tireless..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
They Shall Not Win
Whatever the strength of our foes is now,Whatever it may have been,This is our slogan, and this our vowThey shall not win, they shall not win.Though..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There's Work To Be Done
'Tis the song of the morning,The words of the sun,As he swings o'er the mountains:'There's work to be done:I must wake up the sleepers,And banish the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Theory And Practice
The man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day,Warning the sinners from the broad highwayThat leads to death. He rolls his pious eye,And tells how wily..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Then And Now
A little time agone, a few brief years,And there was peace within our beauteous borders;Peace, and a prosperous people, and no fearsOf war and its..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Yellow-Covered Almanac
I left the farm when mother died and changed my place of dwellingTo daughter Susie’s stylish house right on the city street:And there was them before..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Year
What can be said in New Year rhymes,That's not been said a thousand times?The new years come, the old years go,We know we dream, we dream we know.We..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox