We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest; And deal full many a thoughtless blow, To those who love… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years… — 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
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
But now I know that there is no killing A thing like Love, for it laughs at Death. There is no hushing,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The birds laugh loud and long together When Fashion's followers speed away At the first cool breath of autumn weather. Why, this… — 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
