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
With every rising of the sun Think of your life as just begun. The past has shrived and buried deep All yesterdays—… — 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
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… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb,… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I detect more good than evil in humanity. Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, And men grow better as the world… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Distrust that man who tells you to distrust. He takes the measure of his own small soul, and thinks the world no… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who… — 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;… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song, but the man worth while is the one who… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The loves of men but vary in degrees-- They find no new expression for the flame. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
There is a haunting phantom called Regret, A shadowy creature robed somewhat like woe, But fairer in the face, whom all men… — 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
God, what a world, if men in street and mart felt that same kinship of the human heart which makes them, in… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Feast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by Succeed and give, and it helps you live But no… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs. — 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
Mourn not for the vanished ages with their grand, heroic men, who dwell in history's pages and live in the poets pen… — 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
