Poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 451.  
    However the battle is ended,
    Though proudly the victor comes With fluttering flags and prancing nags
  • 452.  
    Little by little and one by one,
    Out of the ether, were worlds created; Star and planet and sea and sun,
  • 453.  
    Whatever the task that comes your way,
    Just take it as part of your luck. Look it right square in the eyes, and say,
  • 454.  
    Just a little every day-
    That's the way! Seeds in darkness swell and grow,
  • 455.  
    What a terrible night! Does the Night, I wonder-
    The Night, with her black veil down to her feet Like an ordained nun, know what lies under
  • 456.  
    Ho! for the day in the whole year the brightest!
    Long may it live in the heart of the nation! Long may it be ere the names are forgotten
  • 457.  
    The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone,
    More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne. I am but a jockey, yet shout upon shout
  • 458.  
    I hold it the duty of one who is gifted
    And specially dowered I all menâ??s sight, To know no rest till his life is lifted
  • 459.  
    Who thinks how desolate and strange
    To me must seem the autumn's change, When housed in attic or in chest,
  • 460.  
    It is a common fate â?? a womanâ??s lot â??
    To waste on one the riches of her soul, Who takes the wealth she gives him, but cannot
  • 461.  
    The danger of war, with its havoc of life,
    The danger of ocean, when storms are rife, The danger of jungles, where wild beasts hide,
  • 462.  
    Do you know where the summer blooms all the year 'round,
    Where there never is rain on a pic-nic day? Where the thornless rose in its beauty blows
  • 463.  
    Said Willie to Tom 'Let us hie away
    To the wonderful Island of Endless Play.
  • 464.  
    â??Twas just a slight flirtation,
    And whereâ??s the harm, I pray, In that amusing pastime
  • 465.  
    We will be what we could be. Do not say,
    "It might have been, had not this, or that, or this." No fate can keep us from the chosen way;
  • 466.  
    As when the old moon lighted by the tender
    And radiant crescent of the new is seen, And for a moment's space suggests the splendor
  • 467.  
    They say the world is round, and yet
    I often think it square, So many little hurts we get
  • 468.  
    I poured out a tumbler of Claret,
    Of course with intention to drink, And, holding it up in the sunlight,
  • 469.  
    I am tired to-night, and something,
    The wind maybe, or the rain, Or the cry of a bird in the copse outside,
  • 470.  
    Oh, you who read some song that I have sung â??
    What know you of the soul from whence it sprung?
  • 471.  
    'He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.'-

  • 472.  
    Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,
    My Gracia, who hath so deserted me. Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame her
  • 473.  
    Thou dost not know it! but to hear
    One word of praise from thee, There is no pain I would not bear,
  • 474.  
    A Tribute To The Policemen Of Englands Capital
    Here in my cosy corner,
  • 475.  
    Oh, not for the great departed,
    Who formed our country's laws, And not for the bravest-hearted
  • 476.  
    Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow,
    Where 'blisses' rhymed with 'kisses,' 'heart,' with 'dart:'
  • 477.  
    When I am dead, if some chastened one
    Seeing the 'item, ' or hearing it said That my play is over and my part done
  • 478.  
    So many gods, so many creeds,
    So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind,
  • 479.  
    The Poker proposed to the shovel
    That they should be man and wife, 'I think,' said he, 'that we could agree
  • 480.  
    Batter in the home place,
    That was nobly done; Try and get the first base-
  • 481.  
    (After James Thomson)
    As I came through the Valley of Despair, As I came through the valley, onmy sight,
  • 482.  
    You may thrill with the speed of your thoroughbred steed,
    You may laugh with delight as you ride the ocean, You may rush afar in your touring car,
  • 483.  
    I
    Oh, for the power to call to aid, of mine
  • 484.  
    We are the Allies of God to-day,
    And the width of the earth is our right of way. Let no man question or ask us why,
  • 485.  
    Last was the wealth I carried in life's pack-
    Youth, health, ambition, hope and trust but Time And Fate, those robbers fit for any crime
  • 486.  
    Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,
    Art invincible and great. Well, I own thy prowess; still
  • 487.  
    Through rivers of veins on the nameless quest
    The tide of my life goes hurriedly sweeping, Till it reaches that curious wheel o' the breast,
  • 488.  
    We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
    We plighted our troth â??neath a summer sky.
  • 489.  
    The woman he loved, while he dreamed of her,
    Danced on till the stars grew dim, But alone with her heart, from the world apart
  • 490.  
    Before this scarf was faded,
    What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded
  • 491.  
    Do you wish the world were better?
    Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch for your actions,
  • 492.  
    Under the snow in the dark and the cold,
    A pale little sprout was humming; Sweetly it sang, â??neath the frozen mold,
  • 493.  
    I saw fond lovers in that glow
    That oft-times fades away too soon: I saw and said, 'Their joy I know-
  • 494.  
    You never can tell when you send a word,
    Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind,
  • 495.  
    The brewer's dog is abroad, boys,
    Be careful where you stray, His teeth are coated with poison,
  • 496.  
    Not quite the same the springtime seems to me,
    Since that sad season when in separate ways Our paths diverged. There are no more such days
  • 497.  
    Walking to-day on the Common,
    I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near him,
  • 498.  
    Begin each morning with a talk to God,
    And ask for your divine inheritance Of usefulness, contentment, and success.
  • 499.  
    Woman, sitting at your ease,
    In the midst of luxuries, Bound by chains of selfishness,
  • 500.  
    Here now, for evermore, our lives must part.
    My path leads there, and yours another way. What shall we do with this fond love, dear heart?
Total 702 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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