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Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poetry

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her best-known work was Poems of Passion. Her most enduring work was "Solitude", which contains the lines "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone". Her autobiography, The Worlds and I... Read More

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He said he loved me! Then he called my hair
Silk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,
My

I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughbo

Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,
Yet she fills me with more terror than a

Today I had a burial of my dead.
There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,
No prayers were ut

A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
And leaped like a steed o’er the race track blue,

The Wife
The house is like a garden,
The children are the flowers,
The gardener should come met

A trusting little leaf of green,
A bold audacious frost;
A rendezvous, a kiss or two,
And yout

Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,
A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,
One day all meet together

Not we who daily walk the City's street;
Not those who have been cradled in its heart,
Best unders

Ho! ho! Father Death! I have won you another!
Another grand soul I have ruined and taken;
I, who a

Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve,
That you were married, or soon to be.
I have not thought o

I poured out a tumbler of Claret,
Of course with intention to drink,
And, holding it up in the sun

As I go and shop, sir!
If a car I stop, sir!
Where you chance to sit,
And you want to read, si

We plucked a red rose, you and I
All in the summer weather;
Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,

Let the old snow be covered with the new:
The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.

As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, lifts
Chisel and hammer to the block at hand,
Before my half-

The sweet young Spring walks over the earth,
It flushes and glows on moor and lea;
The birds are s

On the white throat of useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath
I clutched

We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
We plighted our troth ‘neath a summer sky.

And all through

My soul is like a poor caged bird to-night,
Beating its wings against the prison bars,
Longing t

The subtle beauty of this day
Hangs o'er me like a fairy spell,
And care and grief have flown aw

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow

As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
Of this sad little farce called existence,
We are sure t

To-night when I came from the club at eleven,
Under the gaslight I saw a face-
A woman's face! and

Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,
When earth was empty, waiting still for man,
Before the br

One night Nurse Sleep held out her hand
To tired little May.
'Come, go with me to Wonderland,'
Sh

So vast the tide of Love within me surging,
It overflows like some stupendous sea,
The confines

I must do as you do? Your way I own
Is a very good way, and still,
There are sometimes two strai

A little leaf just in the forest's edge,
All summer long, had listened to the wooing
Of amorous b

Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes t

Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;
A song I sang, full many a year ago,
Smiled up at me, a

In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver

Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended---
The ball I wrote was to be;
And oh! it was perfectly splendi

The band was playing a waltz-quadrille,
I felt as light as a wind-blown feather,
As we floated a

We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
N

Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics!
I hurt your wrists? Well, you have hurt me.
It is tim

I have written this day down in my heart
As the sweetest day in the season;
From all of the othe

There was a little comet who lived near the Milky Way!
She loved to wander out at night and jump ab

I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husba

Don’t look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
It is wise and k

'What's in a glass of wine?'
There, set the glass where I can look within.
Now listen to me, frien

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poetry

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her best-known work was Poems of Passion. Her most enduring work was "Solitude", which contains the lines "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone". Her autobiography, The Worlds and I, was published in 1918, a year before her death.... Read More