Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

281. Memory's River 4/2/2010
282. Over The Banisters 1/3/2003
283. Let Me Lean Hard 4/2/2010
284. His Youth 4/2/2010
285. Her Last Letter 4/2/2010
286. Is It Well? 4/2/2010
287. The Yellow-Covered Almanac 5/31/2003
288. What Would It Be? 4/2/2010
289. Sorrow's Uses 6/3/2003
290. Freedom 4/2/2010
291. My Heritage 4/2/2010
292. Winter Rain 4/2/2010
293. How Does Love Speak? 4/2/2010
294. The Musicians 5/19/2003
295. Penalty 1/3/2003
296. Preaching Vs Practice 6/4/2003
297. Life's Lesson Book 4/2/2010
298. It Might Have Been 4/2/2010
299. In The Night 4/2/2010
300. Five Little Toes In The Morning 4/2/2010
301. Dear Motherland Of France 4/2/2010
302. The Speech Of Silence 4/2/2010
303. Woman To Man 4/2/2010
304. Who Is A Christian? 4/2/2010
305. Alcohol's Requiem Upon Prof. P. F. K., A Gifted Man, Who Died A Victim Of Strong Drink 4/2/2010
306. Song Of The Rail 4/2/2010
307. Ghosts 4/2/2010
308. An Episode 4/2/2010
309. As By Fire 4/2/2010
310. About May 4/2/2010
311. Bleak Weather 4/2/2010
312. Under The Sheet 4/2/2010
313. Growing Old 4/2/2010
314. Baby's First Journey 4/2/2010
315. Integrity 4/2/2010
316. Song Of The Aviator 4/2/2010
317. A Tumbler Of Claret 4/2/2010
318. If Christ Came Questioning 4/2/2010
319. Old And New 5/31/2003
320. Always At Sea 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


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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