Poems by Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The Kettle
... Oh, there's naught else so dreary ...
I, Too
... I blessed them, and said through my tears, ...
Dear Motherland Of France
... Still shall it see that star of France ...
How does Love speak?
... in the fire Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher, ...
American Boys, Hello!
... And we want him to feel there are friends right there ...
Let Me Lean Hard
... But not my strength fails, and I fall, I faint: ...
The Destroyer
... With care, and skill, and cunning art ...
Theory And Practice
... And yet He calls his jolly friends from near and far, ...
When you go Away
... Though the green grass decks the heather, ...
Alcohol's Requiem Upon Prof. P. F. K., A Gifted Man, Who Died A Victim Of Strong Drink
... And the soft voice of peace stills the cannon's loud rattle ...
The Ogre Slam-The-Door
... Some day I fear will find them dead and stretched out in their gore ...
Custer: Book Second
... Yet unfraid, Since love impels thy strains, sing, sing, my modest maid ...
Lines On H---'s Foot
... Touched with scorn and curved with pride ...
A Meeting
... Like phantom forms and swept across the scene, ...
The Common Lot
... The heart-tone from your voice, my world goes wrong ...
