Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

41. The Jealous Gods 4/2/2010
42. The Hen's Complaint 4/2/2010
43. The Brewer's Dog 4/2/2010
44. The Foolish Elm 4/2/2010
45. The Coming Man 4/2/2010
46. The Cry Of The People 4/2/2010
47. Our Lives 4/2/2010
48. Perfectness 4/2/2010
49. Queries 4/2/2010
50. On Seeing The Diabutsu--At Kamakura, Japan 4/2/2010
51. The Ah Goo Tongue 4/2/2010
52. The Deadliest Sin 4/2/2010
53. Theory And Practice 4/2/2010
54. Three Women 4/2/2010
55. The Wheel Of The Breast 4/2/2010
56. The Island Of Endless Play 4/2/2010
57. The Mother's Prayer 4/2/2010
58. Speak 4/2/2010
59. Ten Thousand Men A Day 4/2/2010
60. Peek-A-Boo 4/2/2010
61. Rangoon 4/2/2010
62. Only A Simple Rhyme 4/2/2010
63. Over The Water 4/2/2010
64. New Year 4/2/2010
65. Now I Lay Me 4/2/2010
66. The Destroyer 4/2/2010
67. The Boys' And Girls' Thanksgiving Of 1892 4/2/2010
68. The Giddy Girl 4/2/2010
69. The Farewell To Clarimonde 4/2/2010
70. The Stevedores 4/2/2010
71. The Way To Wonderland 4/2/2010
72. The Phantom Ball 4/2/2010
73. The Poor Little Toe 4/2/2010
74. Then And Now 4/2/2010
75. The Watcher 4/2/2010
76. The Empty Bowl 4/2/2010
77. The Englishman 4/2/2010
78. The Dirge Of The Winds 4/2/2010
79. The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls 4/2/2010
80. One By One 4/2/2010

Comments about Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • 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

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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

Love's Coming

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.

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