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").
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
Now I Lay Me
When I pass from earth away,Palsied though I be and gray,May my spirit keep so youngThat my failing, faltering tongueFrames that prayer so dear to..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Not Quite The Same
Not quite the same the springtime seems to me,Since that sad season when in separate waysOur paths diverged. There are no more such daysAs dawned for..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Noblesse Oblige
I hold it the duty of one who is giftedAnd specially dowered I all men’s sight,To know no rest till his life is liftedFully up to his great gifts’..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New Year: A Dialogue
ORTAL:"The night is cold, the hour is late, the world is bleak and drear;Who is it knocking at my door?"THE NEW YEAR:"I am..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New Year (II)
As the old year sinks down in Time's ocean,Stand ready to launch with the new,And waste no regrets, no emotion,As the masts and the spars pass from..
© Ella Wheeler Wilcox