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. Our Atlas 4/2/2010
8. The Ah Goo Tongue 4/2/2010
9. The Barbarous Chief 4/2/2010
10. The Black Sheep 4/2/2010
11. The Camp Fire 4/2/2010
12. The Coquette 4/2/2010
13. The Creed 4/2/2010
14. The Deadliest Sin 4/2/2010
15. The Discontented Manicure Scissors 4/2/2010
16. The Falling Of Thrones 4/2/2010
17. The Gossips 4/2/2010
18. The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front 4/2/2010
19. The Lady And The Dame 4/2/2010
20. The Little Lady Of The Bullock Cart 4/2/2010
21. The Lodge-Room 4/2/2010
22. The Princess's Finger-Nail: A Tale Of Nonsense Land 4/2/2010
23. The Same Old Strain 4/2/2010
24. The Song Of The Allies 4/2/2010
25. The Song Of The Sandwich 4/2/2010
26. The Spirit Of Great Joan 4/2/2010
27. The Summer Girl 4/2/2010
28. The Swan Of Dijon 4/2/2010
29. The Two Armies 4/2/2010
30. The Valley Of Fear 4/2/2010
31. Theory And Practice 4/2/2010
32. They Shall Not Win 4/2/2010
33. Three Souls 4/2/2010
34. Pain's Proof 4/9/2015
35. The Tiger 5/8/2015
36. Regret 6/22/2015
37. Twin-Born 8/10/2015
38. Dawn 12/7/2015
39. New Year: A Dialogue 12/10/2015
40. New Year 12/29/2015
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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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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