Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

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

Love's Coming

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.

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