Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

441. When I Am Dead 5/19/2003
442. Delilah 5/23/2003
443. Last Love 1/3/2003
444. Going Away 5/18/2003
445. Limitless 5/18/2003
446. Love Song 5/31/2003
447. An Empty Crib 5/31/2003
448. Contentment 5/19/2003
449. Independence Ode 5/18/2003
450. Smiles 5/26/2003
451. Go Plant A Tree 1/3/2003
452. Fleeing Away 1/3/2003
453. At An Old Drawer 1/3/2003
454. Love Thyself Last 6/3/2003
455. Ambition's Trail 6/3/2003
456. Impatience 5/31/2003
457. Listen! 5/19/2003
458. Denied 5/18/2003
459. A Fisherman's Baby 4/2/2010
460. Beyond 5/23/2003
461. Carlos 5/31/2003
462. Love Will Wane 5/18/2003
463. To Marry Or Not To Marry? 5/26/2003
464. Communism 5/20/2003
465. Here And Now 6/4/2003
466. The Two Glasses 1/3/2003
467. Twilight Thoughts 5/19/2003
468. Arise 1/3/2003
469. Two Women 5/31/2003
470. Unanswered Prayers 6/3/2003
471. Artist's Life 1/3/2003
472. A Man's Repentance 4/2/2010
473. Begin The Day 5/26/2003
474. Love Much 5/25/2003
475. In Faith 5/18/2003
476. To Men 5/18/2003
477. Coleur De Rose 1/3/2003
478. Be Not Weary 5/18/2003
479. A Glass Of Wine 4/2/2010
480. Father 5/31/2003

Comments about Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • Esther Von Reiche (1/22/2010 3:39:00 AM)

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox - I don't tire of reading her poetry. Somehow it reaches a part of my soul where nothing else has access.

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  • Anong All (5/28/2004 2:29:00 AM)

    Hi.., I read your po'em; 'Which are You? '....And I wanted to share with you, that I do not believe I am either..., type of person you, maybe describing within your po'em.
    Is the glass half-full.., or half-empty..., My opinion..., maybe it is balanced.
    I enjoyed the reading of your po'em. I found it very much to my liking. Good day

Best Poem of Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink...

Read the full of Solitude

Delilah

In the midnight of darkness and terror,
When I would grope nearer to God,
With my back to a record of error
And the highway of sin I have trod,
There comes to me shapes I would banish –
The shapes of the deeds I have done;
And I pray and I plead till they vanish –
All vanish and leave me, save one.

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