Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

81. The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls 4/2/2010
82. Then And Now 4/2/2010
83. The Watcher 4/2/2010
84. The Phantom Ball 4/2/2010
85. The Poor Little Toe 4/2/2010
86. One By One 4/2/2010
87. Passing The Buck 4/2/2010
88. Songs Of A Country Home 4/2/2010
89. Sonnet 4/2/2010
90. Older Than You 4/2/2010
91. The Hour 4/2/2010
92. There's Work To Be Done 4/2/2010
93. That's The Way 4/2/2010
94. The Two Ships 4/2/2010
95. The Suicide 4/2/2010
96. The Summer Girl 4/2/2010
97. The Song Of The Sandwich 4/2/2010
98. The Black Charger 4/2/2010
99. The Creed 4/2/2010
100. The Flowers Have Tender Little Souls 4/2/2010
101. The Land Of Nowhere 4/2/2010
102. The City 5/25/2015
103. Prayer 4/2/2010
104. Three Women 4/2/2010
105. The Needle And Thread 4/2/2010
106. Dawn 12/7/2015
107. The Rainbow Of Promise 4/2/2010
108. The Muse And The Poet 4/2/2010
109. The Truth Teller 4/2/2010
110. Only A Sad Mistake 4/2/2010
111. Fishing 3/4/2015
112. The Meeting Of The Centuries 4/2/2010
113. The King Of Candyland 4/2/2010
114. Spectres 4/2/2010
115. The Message 4/2/2010
116. The River Of Sleep 4/2/2010
117. The Ogre Slam-The-Door 4/2/2010
118. Sounds From The Baseball Field 4/2/2010
119. The Lost Garden 4/2/2010
120. The Maniac 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

A Waltz-Quadrille

The band was playing a waltz-quadrille,
I felt as light as a wind-blown feather,
As we floated away, at the caller’s will,
Through the intricate, mazy dance together.
Like mimic armies our lines were meeting,
Slowly advancing, and then retreating,
All decked in their bright array;
And back and forth to the music’s rhyme
We moved together, and all the time

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