Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

1. Ph. Best & Co.'s Lager-Beer 4/2/2010
2. National Anniversay Ode 4/2/2010
3. One Woman's History 4/2/2010
4. One Woman's Memory 4/2/2010
5. Out Of The Depths: Written After The Reformation Of A Brilliant And Talented Man 4/2/2010
6. Origin Of The Liquor Dealer 4/2/2010
7. The Ah Goo Tongue 4/2/2010
8. The Barbarous Chief 4/2/2010
9. The Black Charger 4/2/2010
10. The Coquette 4/2/2010
11. The Deadliest Sin 4/2/2010
12. The Discontented Manicure Scissors 4/2/2010
13. The Falling Of Thrones 4/2/2010
14. The Gossips 4/2/2010
15. The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front 4/2/2010
16. The Lady And The Dame 4/2/2010
17. The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart 4/2/2010
18. The Lodge-Room 4/2/2010
19. The Princess's Finger-Nail: A Tale Of Nonsense Land 4/2/2010
20. The Same Old Strain 4/2/2010
21. The Song Of The Allies 4/2/2010
22. The Song Of The Sandwich 4/2/2010
23. The Spirit Of Great Joan 4/2/2010
24. The Summer Girl 4/2/2010
25. The Swan Of Dijon 4/2/2010
26. The Two Armies 4/2/2010
27. The Valley Of Fear 4/2/2010
28. Theory And Practice 4/2/2010
29. Three Souls 4/2/2010
30. Pain's Proof 4/9/2015
31. The Tiger -new- 5/8/2015
32. Thou Dost Not Know 4/2/2010
33. The Squanderer 4/2/2010
34. The Story Of Grumble Tone 4/2/2010
35. The Messenger 4/2/2010
36. The Muse And The Poet 4/2/2010
37. The Jealous Gods 4/2/2010
38. The Girl Of The U.S.A. 4/2/2010
39. The Hen's Complaint 4/2/2010
40. The Foolish Elm 4/2/2010
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...

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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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