We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
All hope is prayer; who calls it hope no more, Sends prayer footsore forth over weary wastes, While he who calls it… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I like the roar of cities. In the mart, Where busy toilers strive for place and gain, I seem to read humanity's… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of… — 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
Love gives us copious potions of delight, Of pain and ecstasy, and peace and care; Love leads us upward, to the mountain… — 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
No joy for which thy hungering heart has panted, No hope it cherishes through waiting years, But if thou dost deserve it,… — 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… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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
