Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other, That passionate Love is Pain's own mother. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The loves of men but vary in degrees-- They find no new expression for the flame. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
There is no sudden entrance into Heaven. Slow is the ascent by the path of Love. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Love is the only thing that pays for birth, Or makes death welcome. Oh, dear God above This beautiful but sad, perplexing… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Between the finite and the infinite The missing link of Love has left a void. Supply the link, and earth with Heaven… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playing Will change for you soon to a livelier strain. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Love is the crown that glorifies; the curse That brands and burdens; it is life and death. It is the great law… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
All perfect things are saddening in effect. The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, The matchless tinting on the royal rose… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
And so for me there is no sting of death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossing-with… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Lady beware. Fan not the harmless glow Of admiration into ardent love, Lean not with red curled smiling lips above The flickering… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
In the long run all love is paid by love, Though undervalued by the hosts of earth; The great eternal Government above… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Hell is wherever Love is not, and Heaven Is Love's location. No dogmatic creed, No austere faith based on ignoble fear Can… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The passion you forbade my lips to utter Will not be silenced. You must hear it in The sullen thunders when they… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Moon and Sea You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea: The tide of hope swells high within my breast,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
“After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires, There come… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Love is a spy who is plotting treason, In league with that warm, red rebel, the Heart. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Talk health. The dreary, never-changing tale Of mortal maladies is worn and stale. You cannot charm, or interest, or please By harping in that… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
With every rising of the sun Think of your life as just begun. The past has shrived and buried deep All yesterdays— there let… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Better to wait and yearn, and still to wait, And die at last with unappeased desire, Than live to be the jest of such… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Back on its golden hinges The gate of Memory swings, And my heart goes into the garden And walks with the olden things. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
I hold it true that thoughts are things Endowed with bodies, breath, and wings, And that we send them forth to fill The world… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
All perfect things are saddening in effect. The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, The matchless tinting on the royal rose Whose velvet… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
“And yet I would not be a child again. For surely as the night succeeds the day, So surely will their mirth turn into… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
Oh! not for the great departed, Who formed our country's laws, And not for the bravest-hearted, Who died in freedom's cause, And not for… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
