Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

281. Song Of America 4/2/2010
282. Greeting Poem 4/2/2010
283. At Eleusis 4/2/2010
284. Creation 4/2/2010
285. Ye Agents 4/2/2010
286. Where Are The Temperance People? In Reply To A Query 4/2/2010
287. What I Have Seen #1 4/2/2010
288. Pardoned Out 5/31/2003
289. The Actor 5/26/2003
290. Memory's River 4/2/2010
291. Over The Banisters 1/3/2003
292. Let Me Lean Hard 4/2/2010
293. His Youth 4/2/2010
294. Her Last Letter 4/2/2010
295. Is It Well? 4/2/2010
296. What Would It Be? 4/2/2010
297. Freedom 4/2/2010
298. My Heritage 4/2/2010
299. Winter Rain 4/2/2010
300. How Does Love Speak? 4/2/2010
301. Penalty 1/3/2003
302. Realisation 5/26/2003
303. Life's Lesson Book 4/2/2010
304. It Might Have Been 4/2/2010
305. In The Night 4/2/2010
306. The World's Need 5/26/2003
307. Five Little Toes In The Morning 4/2/2010
308. Dear Motherland Of France 4/2/2010
309. The Speech Of Silence 4/2/2010
310. Woman To Man 4/2/2010
311. Compensations 4/2/2010
312. Who Is A Christian? 4/2/2010
313. Alcohol's Requiem Upon Prof. P. F. K., A Gifted Man, Who Died A Victim Of Strong Drink 4/2/2010
314. Only A Slight Flirtation 5/31/2003
315. Ghosts 4/2/2010
316. Three And One 5/25/2003
317. An Episode 4/2/2010
318. As By Fire 4/2/2010
319. About May 4/2/2010
320. From The Grave 4/2/2010

Comments about Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • 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

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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

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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