Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep alone; For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth, But… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
God made poor woman with no heart, But gave her skill, and tact, and art, And so she lives, and plays her… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Laugh, and the world laughs with you: Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But… — 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
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last… — 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
When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight That yet shall gild with… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
“And yet I would not be a child again. For surely as the night succeeds the day, So surely will their mirth… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Unwearied, and with springing steps elate, I had conveyed my wealth along the road. The empty sack proved now a heavier load:… — 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
