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. Thanksgiving 1/3/2003
137. The Change 5/19/2003
138. The Pessimist 6/4/2003
139. Speech 5/25/2003
140. Optimism 4/2/2010
141. The Traveled Man 1/3/2003
142. The London 'Bobby' 5/31/2003
143. The Trio 5/31/2003
144. Three Friends 6/3/2003
145. The Duet 5/23/2003
146. The Summons 5/18/2003
147. Shovel And Tongs 4/2/2010
148. Sign-Board 4/2/2010
149. Rich And Poor 4/2/2010
150. Robin's Mistake 4/2/2010
151. Thought-Magnets 6/3/2003
152. The King And The Siren 1/3/2003
153. The Unattained 1/3/2003
154. The Story 5/31/2003
155. Veils 4/2/2010
156. The Birth Of The Opal 5/25/2003
157. The Voice 5/26/2003
158. The Common Lot 5/20/2003
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

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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