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
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
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
Better than glory, or honors, or fame, (Though I am striving for those to-day) To know that some heart will cherish my… — 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
Went up from my feet to my head, With little chills after it stealing- And my hands got as numb as the… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I think I never passed so sad an hour, Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night. The edifice from basement… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Lean on thyself until thy strength is tried; Then ask God's help; it will not be denied. Use thine own sight to… — 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
