Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

41. Twin-Born 8/10/2015
42. Thou Dost Not Know 4/2/2010
43. The Squanderer 4/2/2010
44. The Story Of Grumble Tone 4/2/2010
45. The Messenger 4/2/2010
46. The Jealous Gods 4/2/2010
47. The Girl Of The U.S.A. 4/2/2010
48. The Hen's Complaint 4/2/2010
49. The Foolish Elm 4/2/2010
50. The Brewer's Dog 4/2/2010
51. The Cry Of The People 4/2/2010
52. The Coming Man 4/2/2010
53. Over The May Hill 4/2/2010
54. Our Lives 4/2/2010
55. Perfectness 4/2/2010
56. Queries 4/2/2010
57. Rangoon 4/2/2010
58. Only A Simple Rhyme 4/2/2010
59. Over The Water 4/2/2010
60. Peek-A-Boo 4/2/2010
61. Speak 4/2/2010
62. Ten Thousand Men A Day 4/2/2010
63. New Year 4/2/2010
64. Now I Lay Me 4/2/2010
65. Old Rhythm And Rhyme 4/2/2010
66. The Island Of Endless Play 4/2/2010
67. The Mother's Prayer 4/2/2010
68. The Wheel Of The Breast 4/2/2010
69. Three Women 4/2/2010
70. The Way To Wonderland 4/2/2010
71. The Stevedores 4/2/2010
72. The Temperance Army 4/2/2010
73. The Giddy Girl 4/2/2010
74. The Boys' And Girls' Thanksgiving Of 1892 4/2/2010
75. The Destroyer 4/2/2010
76. The Farewell To Clarimonde 4/2/2010
77. The Empty Bowl 4/2/2010
78. The Englishman 4/2/2010
79. The Dirge Of The Winds 4/2/2010
80. The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls 4/2/2010

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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