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
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou wouldst be proving Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip-service is not… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Be hald, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are to decline your nectared wine, But… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
And he who has dwelt with his heart alone, Hears all the music in friendship's tone. So better and better I comprehend… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I think I never passed so sad an hour, Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night. The edifice from basement… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend; Nor would I pass, unseeing,… — 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
“Advice" I must do as you do? Your way I own Is a very good way, and still, There are sometimes two… — 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 Image
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 Image
Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I do but bring Thee rest and calm. Then wherefore dost thou ban And curse me? Since the forming of God's plan I have not hurt or harmed a mortal thing, I have bestowed sweet balm for… — 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 them sleep, Nor seek to summon back one ghost Of that innumerable host. Concern yourself with but today; Woo it and teach it to obey Your wish and will. Since time began Today has been the… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
“Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.” — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
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 Image
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Don't anticipate the happiness of tomorrow. Discover it today. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
