Love is a spy who is plotting treason, In league with that warm, red rebel, the Heart. — 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
Love is the centre and circumference; The cause and aim of all things--'tis the key To joy and sorrow, and the recompense… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, As sweet as clover-honey in its cell; Love is the password whereby souls… — 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
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
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
Look in; and learn the wrong, and right, From your own soul's unwritten laws. And when you question, or demur, Let Love… — 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
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 is the impulse which directs the world, And all things know it and obey its power. Man, in the maelstrom of… — 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
