Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

241. How Is It? 4/2/2010
242. Discredited 4/2/2010
243. East And West 4/2/2010
244. Bedlam Town 4/2/2010
245. False 4/2/2010
246. Dell And I 4/2/2010
247. Custer: Book Second 4/2/2010
248. In The Cup 4/2/2010
249. Good-By To The Cradle 4/2/2010
250. Wild Oats 4/2/2010
251. I, Too 4/2/2010
252. Forbidden Speech 4/2/2010
253. Words From The Wind 4/2/2010
254. Time's Defeat 4/2/2010
255. Song Of The Aviator 4/2/2010
256. Is It Best? 4/2/2010
257. The Musicians 5/19/2003
258. Forward 4/2/2010
259. Death Of Labour 4/2/2010
260. Don'T Tease The Lion 4/2/2010
261. Over The Alley 5/18/2003
262. Vanity Fair 4/2/2010
263. Widows 4/2/2010
264. Don'T Drink 4/2/2010
265. Perished 5/19/2003
266. The Old Moon In The New Moon's Arms 5/18/2003
267. Curious Story 4/2/2010
268. Be Not Dismayed 4/2/2010
269. Why The Daisies Are Not All White 4/2/2010
270. Camouflage 4/2/2010
271. Noblesse Oblige 5/26/2003
272. Drouth 4/2/2010
273. Five Little Toes At Night 4/2/2010
274. Floods 4/2/2010
275. Long Ago 4/2/2010
276. My Friend 4/2/2010
277. Isaura 4/2/2010
278. If I Should Die 4/2/2010
279. Worthy The Name Of Sir Knight 4/2/2010
280. Song Of America 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


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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