Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

161. The Creed To Be 6/3/2003
162. The Past 1/3/2003
163. Sweet Danger 1/3/2003
164. Slain 4/2/2010
165. Science 4/2/2010
166. The Beautiful Land Of Nod 5/23/2003
167. The Kingdom Of Love 1/3/2003
168. The Optimist 6/4/2003
169. Response 4/2/2010
170. Wanted--A Little Girl 4/2/2010
171. The Little Bird 5/19/2003
172. The Wild Blue-Bells 5/18/2003
173. The Rape Of The Mist 5/26/2003
174. What I Have Seen #5 4/2/2010
175. Seeking For Happiness 4/2/2010
176. The Farewell 5/18/2003
177. Were I Man Grown 4/2/2010
178. What I Have Seen #2 4/2/2010
179. A Burial 12/1/2014
180. The Question 6/3/2003
181. What I Have Seen #3 4/2/2010
182. The Wish 6/3/2003
183. Meg's Curse 4/2/2010
184. Mockery 4/2/2010
185. The Old Wooden Cradle 6/3/2003
186. The Engine 1/3/2003
187. The Undiscovered Country 1/3/2003
188. War 4/2/2010
189. Sunshine And Shadow 5/19/2003
190. What Uncle Rob Says 4/2/2010
191. Mesalliance 4/2/2010
192. The Masquerade 5/26/2003
193. What Had He Done? 4/2/2010
194. Show Me The Way 4/2/2010
195. Master And Servant 4/2/2010
196. Preaching Vs Practice 6/4/2003
197. Time's Hymn Of Hate 4/2/2010
198. Lines On H---'s Foot 4/2/2010
199. Breakers 4/2/2010
200. Midsummer 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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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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