Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

161. The Past 1/3/2003
162. Sweet Danger 1/3/2003
163. Science 4/2/2010
164. Slain 4/2/2010
165. Rich And Poor 4/2/2010
166. The Beautiful Land Of Nod 5/23/2003
167. The Optimist 6/4/2003
168. The Kingdom Of Love 1/3/2003
169. Response 4/2/2010
170. Wanted--A Little Girl 4/2/2010
171. What I Have Seen #5 4/2/2010
172. The Wild Blue-Bells 5/18/2003
173. The Rape Of The Mist 5/26/2003
174. Seeking For Happiness 4/2/2010
175. The Farewell 5/18/2003
176. Were I Man Grown 4/2/2010
177. What I Have Seen #2 4/2/2010
178. The Question 6/3/2003
179. What I Have Seen #3 4/2/2010
180. Meg's Curse 4/2/2010
181. Mockery 4/2/2010
182. The Old Wooden Cradle 6/3/2003
183. The Engine 1/3/2003
184. The Undiscovered Country 1/3/2003
185. War 4/2/2010
186. The Law 5/31/2003
187. What Uncle Rob Says 4/2/2010
188. Mesalliance 4/2/2010
189. The Masquerade 5/26/2003
190. What Had He Done? 4/2/2010
191. Show Me The Way 4/2/2010
192. Master And Servant 4/2/2010
193. Preaching Vs Practice 6/4/2003
194. Time's Hymn Of Hate 4/2/2010
195. Lines On H---'s Foot 4/2/2010
196. Breakers 4/2/2010
197. Sunshine And Shadow 5/19/2003
198. The Room Beneath The Rafters 1/3/2003
199. Brotherhood 4/2/2010
200. Camp Followers 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


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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