Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

Death Of Labour

Methought a great wind swept across the earth,
And all the toilers perished
Then I
Pale terror blanch the rosy face of mirth,
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The Poor Little Toe

I am all tired out, said the mouth, with a pout,
I am all tired out with talk
Just wait, said the knee, till you're lame as you can be—And then have to walk—walk—walk
My work, said the hand, is the hardest in the land
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The cunningest thing that a baby can
Is the very first time it plays peek-a-boo;
When it hides its pink little face in its hands,
And crows, and shows that it
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Five Little Toes In The Morning

This little toe is hungry—This little toe is too,
This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,
And this toe cries "Boo-hoo
"This toe big and tall is the smartest of
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There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm resolve of a determined soul
Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;
All things give way before it, soon or late
What obstacle can stay the ...
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In Grandmammas Kitchen

In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot—The cream in a pot on the shelf,
Where everything always seemed peaceful and quiet,
Got whipped, for I heard it myself
And grandmamma said—such a queer thing to say,
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Babys First Journey

Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him—Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms
Down he goes slowly, ever so
Over the rim of the cradle they lay him—Baby's first journey is free from alarms
Baby is growing while Mama sings by-lo,
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