Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

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


Changed? Yes, I will confess it – I have changed.
I do not love you in the old fond way.
I am your friend still – time has not estranged
One kindly feeling of that vanished day.

But the bright glamour which made life a dream,
The rapture of that time, its sweet content,
Like visions of a sleeper’s brain they seem –
And yet I cannot tell you how they went.

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