We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust. — 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
It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
There is no satisfaction that can compare with looking back across the years and finding you've grown in self-control, judgment, generosity, and… — 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
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
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
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
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
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor… — 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
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
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
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
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
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
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
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
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
“And yet I would not be a child again. For surely as the night succeeds the day, So surely will their mirth turn into… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
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 not for… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share
