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. Sweet Danger 1/3/2003
163. The Past 1/3/2003
164. Science 4/2/2010
165. Slain 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. Song Of The Wheelman 4/2/2010
172. What I Have Seen #5 4/2/2010
173. The Wild Blue-Bells 5/18/2003
174. The Rape Of The Mist 5/26/2003
175. The Beautiful Blue Danube 5/23/2003
176. Seeking For Happiness 4/2/2010
177. The Farewell 5/18/2003
178. Were I Man Grown 4/2/2010
179. What I Have Seen #2 4/2/2010
180. A Burial 12/1/2014
181. The Speech Of Silence 4/2/2010
182. The Question 6/3/2003
183. Song Of The Rail 4/2/2010
184. What I Have Seen #3 4/2/2010
185. The Wish 6/3/2003
186. Mockery 4/2/2010
187. Meg's Curse 4/2/2010
188. The Old Wooden Cradle 6/3/2003
189. The Engine 1/3/2003
190. The Undiscovered Country 1/3/2003
191. War 4/2/2010
192. Sunshine And Shadow 5/19/2003
193. The Law 5/31/2003
194. What Uncle Rob Says 4/2/2010
195. Mesalliance 4/2/2010
196. Song Of The Aviator 4/2/2010
197. Sorry 6/3/2003
198. The Masquerade 5/26/2003
199. What Had He Done? 4/2/2010
200. The Christian’s New Year Prayer 5/31/2003

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

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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