Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

121. The Saddest Hour 4/2/2010
122. The Tryst 6/3/2003
123. The Duel 6/3/2003
124. Summer Song 5/19/2003
125. The Signboard 5/26/2003
126. The Hammock's Complaint 6/4/2003
127. The Belle's Soliloquy 5/19/2003
128. The Times 6/3/2003
129. The Tulip Bed At Greeley Square 6/3/2003
130. The Tavern Of Last Times 1/3/2003
131. Refuted 5/26/2003
132. The Tendril’s Faith 6/3/2003
133. New And Old 5/31/2003
134. The Little Bird 5/19/2003
135. The Universal Route 6/3/2003
136. The Change 5/19/2003
137. The Pessimist 6/4/2003
138. Speech 5/25/2003
139. The Traveled Man 1/3/2003
140. The London 'Bobby' 5/31/2003
141. The Trio 5/31/2003
142. Three Friends 6/3/2003
143. The Duet 5/23/2003
144. The Summons 5/18/2003
145. Shovel And Tongs 4/2/2010
146. Sign-Board 4/2/2010
147. Rich And Poor 4/2/2010
148. Robin's Mistake 4/2/2010
149. Thought-Magnets 6/3/2003
150. The King And The Siren 1/3/2003
151. The Unattained 1/3/2003
152. The Story 5/31/2003
153. Veils 4/2/2010
154. The Birth Of The Opal 5/25/2003
155. The Voice 5/26/2003
156. The Common Lot 5/20/2003
157. Thanksgiving 1/3/2003
158. Optimism 4/2/2010
159. The River 5/26/2003
160. The Kettle 6/3/2003

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

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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