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Born in November 5, 1850 / Died in October 30, 1919 / United States / English

Poems by Wilcox Ella Wheeler

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Rich And Poor

... They have only their hands, their love, their health, ...

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Coronation Poem And Prayer

... Thou who hast wrought great worlds from naught, ...

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The Hammock's Complaint

... When verdant fields grow bare and brown, ...

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What We Want

... There is gold for all in the earth's broad bosom, ...

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Uncontrolled

... Resist his strength, but yield with sullen grace ...

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There's Work To Be Done

... ' 'Tis the Marseillaise of Progress- ...

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In Grandmamma's Kitchen

... And grandmamma said though the poor things might ache, ...

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Unanswered Prayers

... Voicing wild prayers to heaven for fancied boons ...

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A Tumbler Of Claret

... Which, though pleasant, was hurtful, no doubt, ...

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What Uncle Rob Says

... " "Let's run to the earth," these bad stars said ...

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Custer: Book First

... ). IX But dark deceit and falsehood's shameless shame ...

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Art and Heart

... Which thrills us through and through, but the heart which beats under the rhyming ...

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"PH. Best & Co.'s Lager-Beer"

... That should sparkle, and bubble, and boil in the glass: ...

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My Heritage

... Full soon your lips shall breathe forth sighs—not song ...

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The Year

... We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead ...