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").
The Deadliest Sin
There are not many sins when once we sift them.In actions of evolving human soulsStriving to reach high goalsAnd falling backward into dust and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Cry Of The People
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens resounded.Louder and louder still, by voices..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Creed To Be
Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres,And, like a blessing or a curse,They thunder down the formless years,And ring throughout the universe.We..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Creed
Whoever was begotten by pure love,And came desired and welcome into life,Is of immaculate conception. HeWhose heart is full of tenderness and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Coquette
Alone she sat with her accusing heart,That, like a restless comrade frightened sleep,And every thought that found her, left a dartThat hurt her so..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Common Lot
It is a common fate – a woman’s lot –To waste on one the riches of her soul,Who takes the wealth she gives him, but cannotRepay the interest, and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Coming Man
Oh, not for the great departed,Who formed our country's laws,And not for the bravest-heartedWho died in freedom's cause,And not for some living..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The City
I own the charms of lovely Nature; still,In human nature more delight I find.Though sweet the murmuring voices of the rill,I much prefer the voices..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Christian’s New Year Prayer
Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious ear low bendingThrough these glad New Year days,To catch the countless prayers to heaven ascending –For e’en hard..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Change
She leaned out into the soft June weather,With her long loose tresses the night breeze played;Her eyes were as blue as the bells on the heather:Oh..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Camp Fire
When night hung low and dew fell damp,There fell athwart the shadowsThe gleaming watchfires of the camp,Like glow-worms on the meadows.The sentinel..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Brewer's Dog
The brewer's dog is abroad, boys,Be careful where you stray,His teeth are coated with poison,And he's on the watch for prey.The brewery is his..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Boys' And Girls' Thanksgiving Of 1892
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 a girl in old times livingLet..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Black Sheep
'Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?''Yes, sir-yes, sir: three bags full.''I don't want any New Thought,' said he,'Or any Theosophy, for..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Black Charger
There's a terrible steed that rests not night nor day,But onward and onward, for ever away,Through hamlet, through village, through country, through..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Birth Of The Opal
The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam,And followed her low and high,But Moonbeam fled and hid her head,She was so shy – so shy.The Sunbeam wooed with..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Belle's Soliloquy
Heigh Ho! Well, the season’s over!Once again we’ve come to Lent!Programme’s changes from balls and parties –Now we’re ordered to repent.Forty days of..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Beautiful Land Of Nod
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,Your head like the golden-rod,And we will go sailing away from hereTo the beautiful land of Nod.Away from..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Beautiful Blue Danube
They drift down the hall together;He smiles in her lifted eyes.Like waves of that mighty riverThe strains of the ‘Danube’ rise.They float on its..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Barbarous Chief
There was a kingdom known as the Mind,A kingdom vast as fair,And the brave king, Brain, had the right to reign,In royal splendor there.Oh! that was a..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Ah Goo Tongue
The queerest languages known to man,Sanscrit, Hebrew, Hindoostan,Are all translated and made as freeAnd comprehensive as A B C.Yet the oldest..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Actor
O man, with your wonderful dower,O woman, with genius and grace,You can teach the whole world with your power,If you are but worthy the place.The..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
That's The Way
Just a little every dayThat's the way!Seeds in darkness swell and grow,Tiny blades push through the snow;Never any flower of MayLeaps to blossom in a..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Thanksgiving
We walk on starry fields of whiteAnd do not see the daisies;For blessings common in our sightWe rarely offer praises.We sigh for some supreme..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ten Thousand Men A Day
All the world was wearying,All the world was sad;Everything was shadow-filled;Things were going bad.Then a rumour stirred all heartsAs a wind stirs..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox