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").
Ernestness
The hurry of the times affects us soIn this swift rushing hour, we crowd and pressAnd thrust each other backward as we go,And do not pause to lay..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
East And West
The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night;Though sired by one Creative Power, and nursed at Nature's breast;The White Man ever fails to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Earthly Pride
How baseless is the mightiest earthly pride,The diamond is but charcoal purified,The lordliest pearl that decks a monarch’s breastIs but an insect’s..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Drouth
Why do we pity those who weep? The painThat finds a ready outlet in the flowOf salt and bitter tears is blessed woe,And does not need our sympathies...
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Dream Town
Now who is ready to go with meOff and away to dream town?Oh, such a journey as that will be,All dressed in a snow white gown.No shoe or stocking..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Dorothy D.
I'm sick of 'musn'ts,' said Dorothy D.Sick of musn'ts, as I can be.From early dawn till the close of dayI hear a musn't, and never a may.It's 'you..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Don'T Tease The Lion
If you saw a lionNot within a cage,Would you tease and fret himTill he roared in rage?Would you tempt his angerAnd his savage power,Knowing he could..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Don'T Drink
Don't drink, boys, don't!There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer,In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer.If they cheer you when drunk..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Does It Pay?
If one poor burdened toiler o’er life’s road,Who meets us by the way,Goes on less conscious of his galling load,Then life, indeed, does pay.If we can..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Discredited
Three million women without matesIn lonely homes on earth!And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates,Where many a spirit ego waitsIts call again to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Desolation
I think that the bitterest sorrow or painOf love unrequited, or cold death’s woe,Is sweet, compared to that hour when we knowThat some grand passion..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Denied
The winds came out of the west one day,And hurried the clouds before them;And drove the shadows and mists away,And over the mountains bore them.And I..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Dell And I
In a mansion grand, just over the way,Lives bonny, beautiful Dell;You may have heard of this lady gay,For she is a famous belle.I live in a low cot..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Delilah
In the midnight of darkness and terror,When I would grope nearer to God,With my back to a record of errorAnd the highway of sin I have trod,There..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Death Of Labour
Methought a great wind swept across the earth,And all the toilers perished. Then I sawPale terror blanch the rosy face of mirth,And careless eyes..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Dear Motherland Of France
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCEOur Motherland, dear Motherland,The source of beauty and of Art,Who but thy children understandThe love which..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Dawn
Day's sweetest moments are at dawn;Refreshed by his long sleep, the LightKisses the languid lips of Night,Ere she can rise and hasten on.All glowing..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Daft
In the warm yellow smile of the morning,She stands at the lattice pane,And watches the strong young bindersStride down to the fields of grain.And she..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Custer: Book Third
IAs in the long dead days marauding hostsOf Indians came from far Siberian coasts,And drove the peaceful Aztecs from their grounds,Despoiled their..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Custer: Book Second
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly sing, and only then,Of those intrepid and..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Custer
BOOK FIRST.I.ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy.Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joyTo sing of deeds as dauntless and as braveAs e'er lent..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Curious Story
I heard such a curious storyOf Santa Claus. Once, so they say,He set out to find what people were kind,Before he took presents their way.'This year I..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Creation
The impulse of all love is to create.God was so full of love, in his embraceHe clasped the empty nothingness of space,And low! the solar system! High..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Courage
There is a courage, a majestic thingThat springs forth from the brow of pain, full-grown,Minerva-like, and dares all dangers known,And all the..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Coronation Poem And Prayer
The world has crowned a thousand kings:But destiny has keptHer weightiest hour of kingly powerTo offer England's son.The rising bell of Progress..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox