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 Memory 4/2/2010
4. Origin Of The Liquor Dealer 4/2/2010
5. Our Atlas 4/2/2010
6. Out Of The Depths: Written After The Reformation Of A Brilliant And Talented Man 4/2/2010
7. The Gossips 4/2/2010
8. The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart 4/2/2010
9. The Princess's Finger-Nail: A Tale Of Nonsense Land 4/2/2010
10. The Same Old Strain 4/2/2010
11. The Song Of The Allies 4/2/2010
12. The Song Of The Sandwich 4/2/2010
13. The Spirit Of Great Joan 4/2/2010
14. The Valley Of Fear 4/2/2010
15. Theory And Practice 4/2/2010
16. The City 5/25/2015
17. Twin-Born 8/10/2015
18. The Story Of Grumble Tone 4/2/2010
19. The Squanderer 4/2/2010
20. The Muse And The Poet 4/2/2010
21. The Hen's Complaint 4/2/2010
22. The Jealous Gods 4/2/2010
23. The Cry Of The People 4/2/2010
24. The Coming Man 4/2/2010
25. Over The May Hill 4/2/2010
26. Our Lives 4/2/2010
27. Perfectness 4/2/2010
28. Queries 4/2/2010
29. On Seeing The Diabutsu--At Kamakura, Japan 4/2/2010
30. The Ah Goo Tongue 4/2/2010
31. The Coquette 4/2/2010
32. The Creed 4/2/2010
33. The Discontented Manicure Scissors 4/2/2010
34. The Falling Of Thrones 4/2/2010
35. The Deadliest Sin 4/2/2010
36. The Black Sheep 4/2/2010
37. The Camp Fire 4/2/2010
38. The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front 4/2/2010
39. The Lady And The Dame 4/2/2010
40. The Lodge-Room 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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Delilah

In the midnight of darkness and terror,
When I would grope nearer to God,
With my back to a record of error
And the highway of sin I have trod,
There comes to me shapes I would banish –
The shapes of the deeds I have done;
And I pray and I plead till they vanish –
All vanish and leave me, save one.

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