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“'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted, And make a nightmare of the solitude.”

Quote by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Book:Leafs On An Idle Breeze - My Inspirational Poems (Annotated Edition)

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Leafs On An Idle Breeze - My Inspirational Poems (Annotated Edition)

This annotated edition of inspirational poems explores themes of inspiration and introspection, with additional commentary to enhance the reader's experience. more

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox was an American author known for her poetry and inspirational writings. Her works emphasized personal freedom, a positive attitude towards life, and women's rights. Born on November 5, 1850, she passed away on October 30, 1919. more

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“When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song.”

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Book:Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)

Source: Complete Poetical Works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Delphi Classics)

“But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never more return? Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn We lose too soon, and only find delight In withered husks of some dead memory.”

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Source: The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Poems and poems in prose

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“It is not, Dear, because I am alone, For I am lonelier when the rest are near, But that my place against your heart has grown Too dear to dream of when you are not here.”

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“How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for an uncertain goal, That voyage on which no comradeship is known?”

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Book:Leafs On An Idle Breeze - My Inspirational Poems (Annotated Edition)

Source: Leafs On An Idle Breeze - My Inspirational Poems (Annotated Edition)

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“Love bade me welcome, but my soul drew back.”

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Book:The Odyssey of Homer: Several Versions

Source: The Odyssey of Homer: Several Versions