Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

Solitude - Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
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Comments about Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • Mohammed Anas Affan (9/19/2016 1:16:00 AM)


    wonderful written lesson to a life (Report) Reply

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  • Mizzy ........ (9/17/2016 1:16:00 PM)


    Superb poem......Enjoyable read! (Report) Reply

  • Kaisar Saggu (4/20/2016 2:14:00 PM)


    lesson of life in low times (Report) Reply

  • Kaisar Saggu (4/20/2016 2:13:00 PM)


    Lesson of life in tough times by Ella (Report) Reply

  • Kaisar Saggu (4/20/2016 2:12:00 PM)


    truly reflection of ups & downs of life, even in shadows always smile.A lesson of bad times (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2016 10:49:00 AM)


    Real life values teaches in the poem and likes. (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2016 9:30:00 AM)


    Words of wisdom weaved so poetically making it a great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Barry Middleton (4/7/2016 7:16:00 AM)


    You can say that again. (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2016 4:12:00 AM)


    The essence of wisdom,
    There is room in the halls of pleasure
    For a long and lordly train,
    But one by one we must file on
    Through the narrow aisles of pain
    Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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  • Tapan M. Saren (3/23/2016 1:55:00 AM)


    Great poem from a great poet (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2015 5:18:00 PM)


    This haunting poem touched my heart, and made me think of the following ancient writing:
    Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near of which you will say, “I have no pleasure in them”; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened and the clouds return after the rain, in the day when the keepers of the house tremble, and the strong men are bent, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look through the windows are dimmed, and the doors on the street are shut—when the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low—they are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets—before the silver cord is snapped, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is shattered at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it. Ecclesiastes, last chapter. The Bible.
    Sobering, but true.
    (Report) Reply

  • Phurpa Wangdi (9/5/2015 9:11:00 AM)


    such a lovely poem on loneliness. a very interesting poem. thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • (8/29/2015 5:20:00 PM)


    ....one of my favorites of hers...always has been ★ (Report) Reply

  • (8/8/2015 2:34:00 AM)


    Intriguing poem of loneliness, being forgotten as we grow older because those we've loved have died or moved on without us. There's an underlying sadness to a life that has no purpose or reason to be, no one wants to be around a person with that attitude. They only want to be reminded of the good things in life, gravitating towards the happy and light hearted people in our lives. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini (7/13/2015 11:29:00 AM)


    ageing and loneliness.. it's sad to become old. Much and much sadder to be forgotten by those you love/loved.. (Report) Reply

  • (4/8/2015 7:42:00 PM)


    No man can help you die...I love this...stark truth underlies the apparently optimistic tone ...poem can be read on 2 levels... (Report) Reply

  • Katelin Taylor (3/16/2015 2:22:00 AM)


    One I have committed to memory. (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (2/23/2015 4:18:00 PM)


    This is a fantastic poem and the first two lines have become a famous quotation due to a perceptive insight into human nature. The more this poem is read the more beautiful and applicable the words become as a life motto due to the beauty and wisdom of the lines. (Report) Reply

  • (2/23/2015 9:11:00 AM)


    Beautiful! Words of wisdom in flawless rhythm! (Report) Reply

  • (2/23/2015 9:10:00 AM)


    Beautiful! Words of wisdom in flawless rhythm! (Report) Reply



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