Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

481. Father 5/31/2003
482. At Bay 5/31/2003
483. Inspiration 6/3/2003
484. Morning Prayer 5/26/2003
485. Two Roses 5/31/2003
486. Two Sunsets 1/3/2003
487. After The Engagement 1/3/2003
488. The Two Glasses 1/3/2003
489. Attraction 5/31/2003
490. Love 1/3/2003
491. In The Garden 5/18/2003
492. A Glass Of Wine 4/2/2010
493. Womanhood 5/26/2003
494. If 1/3/2003
495. Love's Coming 1/3/2003
496. Worldly Wisdom 5/19/2003
497. Time Enough 5/26/2003
498. Communism 5/20/2003
499. Life 1/3/2003
500. I Will Be Worthy Of It 5/23/2003
501. An Old Man To His Sleeping Young Bride 6/4/2003
502. Life Is A Privilege 5/26/2003
503. An Inspiration 6/4/2003
504. Answered Prayers 5/25/2003
505. All Roads That Lead To God Are Good 5/31/2003
506. It All Will Come Out Right 5/31/2003
507. Art And Love 5/18/2003
508. When You Go Away 1/3/2003
509. I Told You 5/18/2003
510. Woman 5/26/2003
511. A Waltz-Quadrille 5/23/2003
512. Love Is Enough 1/3/2003
513. A Waif 5/18/2003
514. Are You Loving Enough? 1/3/2003
515. Moon And Sea 5/20/2003
516. Advice 1/3/2003
517. Two Loves 5/25/2003
518. Poverty And Wealth 5/25/2003
519. Friendship After Love 5/31/2003
520. Joy 5/19/2003

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


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


Changed? Yes, I will confess it – I have changed.
I do not love you in the old fond way.
I am your friend still – time has not estranged
One kindly feeling of that vanished day.

But the bright glamour which made life a dream,
The rapture of that time, its sweet content,
Like visions of a sleeper’s brain they seem –
And yet I cannot tell you how they went.

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