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").
Pardoned Out
I’m pardoned out. Again the starsShine on me with their myriad eyes.So long I’ve peered ‘twixt iron bars,I’m awed by this expanse of skies.The world..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Pain's Proof
I think men's great capacity for painProves his immortal birthright. I am sureNo merely human mind could bear the strainOf some tremendous sorrows we..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Over The Water
Think of it, think of it over the waterThousands of men to-day march on to death,Think how the sun shines on fields red with slaughterHow the air..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Over The May Hill
All through the night time, and all through the day time,Dreading the morning and dreading the night,Nearer and nearer we drift to the May timeSeason..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Over The Banisters
Over the banisters bends a face,Daringly sweet and beguiling.Somebody stands in careless grace,And watches the picture, smiling.The light burns dim..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Over The Alley
Here in my office I sit and writeHour on hour, and day on day,With no one to speak to from morn till night,Though I have a neighbour just over the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Out Of The Depths: Written After The Reformation Of A Brilliant And Talented Man
Out of the midnight, rayless and cheerless,Into the morning's golden light;Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin,Into the arms of truth and right;Out..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Our Lives
Our lives are songs. God writes the words,And we set them to music at pleasure;And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,As we choose to fashion the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Our Blessings
Sitting to-day in the sunshine,That touched me with fingers of love,I thought of the manifold blessingsGod scatters on earth, from above;And they..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Our Atlas
Not Atlas, with his shoulders bent beneath the weighty world,Bore such a burden as this man, on whom the Gods have hurledThe evils of old festering..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Origin Of The Liquor Dealer
The devil in hell gave a festival,And he called his imps from their wineCalled them up from the ruddy cup,And marshalled them into line.And each to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Optimism
Talk happiness. The world is sad enoughWithout your woes. No path is wholly rough;Look for the places that are smooth and clear,And speak of those..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Only Dreams
A maiden sat in teh sunset glowOf the shadowy, beautiful Long Ago,That we see through a mist of tears.She sat and dreamed, with lips apart,With..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Only A Slight Flirtation
‘Twas just a slight flirtation,And where’s the harm, I pray,In that amusing pastimeSo much in vogue to-day?Her hand was plighted elsewhereTo one she..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Only A Simple Rhyme
Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow,Where 'blisses' rhymed with 'kisses,' 'heart,' with 'dart:'Yet, reading it, new strength I seemed to borrow,To..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Only A Sad Mistake
Only a blunder-a sad mistake;All my own fault and mine alone.The saddest error a heart can make;I was so young, or I would have known.Only his rare..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One Woman's Memory
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,And here are the letters he wrote to me.And the ring of gold that I used to wearIs here in the casket-see!I put..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One Woman's History
'The maiden free, the maiden wed.Can never, never be the same,A new life springs from out the dead.And with the speaking of a nameA breath upon the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One Of Us Two
The day will dawn when one of us shall hearkenIn vain to hear a voice that has grown dumb.And morns will fade, noons pale, and shadows darken,While..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One By One
Little by little and one by one,Out of the ether, were worlds created;Star and planet and sea and sun,All in the nebulous Nothing waitedTill the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
On Seeing The Diabutsu--At Kamakura, Japan
Long have I searched, Cathedral shrine, and hall,To find a symbol, from the hand of art,That gave the full expression (not a part)Of that ecstatic..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Older Than You
We are younger in years! Yes, that is true;But in some things we are older than you.For instance, you sometimes say with a smile,'It will do to drink..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Old Times
Friend of my youth, let us talk of old times;Of the long lost golden hours.When "Winter" meant only Christmas chimes,And "Summer" wreaths of..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Old Rhythm And Rhyme
They tell me new methods now govern the Muses,The modes of expression have changed with the times;That low is the rank of the poet who usesThe..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Old And New
Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wineWhy should the old monopolise all praise?Then let the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox