Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playing Will change for you soon to a livelier strain. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Who climbs the mountain does not always climb.The winding road slants downward many a time;Yet each descent is higher than the last. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
No fate could rob us of our own-- No circumstance can make it less; What time removes was but a loan, For… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious dart, And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
“In time the earth will be inhabited by almost god-like beings who shall analyze and discuss the remnants of humanity as we… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
If fallacies come knocking at my door,I'd rather feed, and shelter full a score,Than hide behind the black portcullis, doubt,And run the… — 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
Life is too short for any vain regretting... Between the swift sun's rising and its setting, we have no time for useless… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Many times I am asked why the suffering of animals should call forth more sympathy from me than the suffering of human… — 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
What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
And let its meaning permeate each day. Whatever comes, This too shall pass away. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
And let its meaning permeate Whatever comes, This too shall pass away. — 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
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
It is time that outraged public sentiment cry out in detestation of the outrages committed in the name of religion. — 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
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
Then I turned to him commanding That he go the way he came, whence he came. But he answered me in sorrow,… — 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
