There is room in the halls of pleasure for a large and lordly train, but one by one we must all file… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
For every hour of pain I have had a day of pleasure. For every moment of worry, an hour of content. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
But though that place I never gain, Herein lies comfort for my pain: I will be worthy of it. — 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
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
I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain, And troubles swarm like bees about a hive; I shall believe the heights… — 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
One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Let no one pray that they know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of… — 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
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
