Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

321. From The Grave 4/2/2010
322. Bleak Weather 4/2/2010
323. At Set Of Sun 4/2/2010
324. Under The Sheet 4/2/2010
325. Growing Old 4/2/2010
326. Baby's First Journey 4/2/2010
327. Progress 1/3/2003
328. Why The Spring Is Late 4/2/2010
329. Integrity 4/2/2010
330. Ascension 4/2/2010
331. A Tumbler Of Claret 4/2/2010
332. If Christ Came Questioning 4/2/2010
333. Old And New 5/31/2003
334. Always At Sea 4/2/2010
335. Presumption 5/19/2003
336. Coronation Poem And Prayer 4/2/2010
337. Searching 5/18/2003
338. I Step Across The Mystic Border-Land 4/2/2010
339. A Servian Legend 4/2/2010
340. Life Is Too Short 4/2/2010
341. Art And Heart 4/2/2010
342. When Love Is Lost 4/2/2010
343. If-- 4/2/2010
344. American Boys, Hello! 4/2/2010
345. Answers 4/2/2010
346. Courage 4/2/2010
347. Attainment 4/2/2010
348. Blind Sorrow 4/2/2010
349. Settle The Question Right 5/25/2003
350. Philosophy 5/31/2003
351. So Long In Coming 5/19/2003
352. The Christian’s New Year Prayer 5/31/2003
353. Wishing -- Or Fate And I 4/2/2010
354. Friendship 4/2/2010
355. Sestina 6/4/2003
356. Into The World 4/2/2010
357. Old Times 1/3/2003
358. I Shall Not Forget 4/2/2010
359. Five Little Fingers 4/2/2010
360. Sorry 6/3/2003

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


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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