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
All perfect things are saddening in effect. The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes, The matchless tinting on the royal rose… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Affirm the body, beautiful and whole, The earth-expression of immortal soul. Affirm the mind, the messenger of the hour, To speed between… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Give her not greatness. For great souls must stand Alone and lonely in this little world: Cleft rocks that show the great… — 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
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
How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill. — 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
Sweep up the debris of decaying faith; Sweep down the cobwebs of worn-out out beliefs, And throw your soul wide open to… — 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
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 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
Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It is easy enough to be virtuous When nothing tempts you to stray; When without or within No voice of sin Is… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor church of my own, though a million spires are… — 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
And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
It is a common fate -- a woman's lot -- To waste on one the riches of her soul, Who takes the… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,Can circumvent or hinder or controlThe firm resolve of a determined soul.Gifts count for nothing;… — 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
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
High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice… — 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
