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").

Five Little Fingers

This is the baby who doesn't do a thing,This is the lady who loves to wear a ring,This is their big sister, this is another,And this stout thumb is..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Fishing

Maybe this is fun, sitting in the sun,With a book and parasol, as my Angler wishes,While he dips his line in the ocean brine,Under the impression..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Finis

An idle rhyme of the summer time,Sweet, and solemn, and tender;Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,Bright with the sunset's splendour.Summer..

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Father

He never made a fortune, or a noiseIn the world where men are seeking after fame;But he had a healthy brood of girls and boysWho loved the very..

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Fame

If I should die, to-day,To-morrow, maybe, the world would seeWould waken from sleep, and say,"Why here was talent! why here was worth!Why here was a..

© Ella Wheeler Wilcox

False

False! Good God, I am dreaming!No, no, it never can beYou who are so true in seeming,You, false to your vows and me?My wife and my fair boy's..

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Fading*

She sits beside the window. All who passTurn once again to gaze on her sweet face.She is so fair; but soon, too soon, alas,To lie down in her last..

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Fading

All in the beautiful Autumn weatherOne thought lingers with me and stays;Death and winter are coming together,Though both are veiled by the amber..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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...

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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..

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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