Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

81. Is It Best? 4/2/2010
82. Isaura 4/2/2010
83. Karma 4/2/2010
84. Lines On H---'s Foot 4/2/2010
85. Little Kids 4/2/2010
86. Let Them Go 4/2/2010
87. Meg's Curse 4/2/2010
88. Mockery 4/2/2010
89. National Anniversay Ode 4/2/2010
90. Mesalliance 4/2/2010
91. One Woman's History 4/2/2010
92. One Woman's Memory 4/2/2010
93. Out Of The Depths: Written After The Reformation Of A Brilliant And Talented Man 4/2/2010
94. Origin Of The Liquor Dealer 4/2/2010
95. Our Atlas 4/2/2010
96. Rich And Poor 4/2/2010
97. Robin's Mistake 4/2/2010
98. Shovel And Tongs 4/2/2010
99. Sign-Board 4/2/2010
100. The Ah Goo Tongue 4/2/2010
101. The Barbarous Chief 4/2/2010
102. The Black Charger 4/2/2010
103. The Black Sheep 4/2/2010
104. The Camp Fire 4/2/2010
105. The Coquette 4/2/2010
106. The Creed 4/2/2010
107. The Deadliest Sin 4/2/2010
108. The Discontented Manicure Scissors 4/2/2010
109. The Falling Of Thrones 4/2/2010
110. The Gossips 4/2/2010
111. The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front 4/2/2010
112. The Lady And The Dame 4/2/2010
113. The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart 4/2/2010
114. The Lodge-Room 4/2/2010
115. The Princess's Finger-Nail: A Tale Of Nonsense Land 4/2/2010
116. The Same Old Strain 4/2/2010
117. The Song Of The Allies 4/2/2010
118. The Song Of The Sandwich 4/2/2010
119. The Spirit Of Great Joan 4/2/2010
120. The Summer Girl 4/2/2010
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...

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Morning Prayer

Let me to-day do something that shall take
A little sadness from the world’s vast store,
And may I be so favoured as to make
Of joy’s too scanty sum a little more.
Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed
Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend;
Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need,
Or sin by silence when I should defend.
However meagre be my worldly wealth,

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