Poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 501.  
    Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious ear low bending
    Through these glad New Year days, To catch the countless prayers to heaven ascending â??
  • 502.  
    I heard such a curious story
    Of Santa Claus. Once, so they say, He set out to find what people were kind,
  • 503.  
    We women teach our little sons how wrong
    And how ignoble blows are; school and church Support our precepts and inoculate
  • 504.  
    Long, long ago, ere yet our race began,
    When earth was empty, waiting still for man, Before the breath of life to him was given
  • 505.  
    When I shall meet Godâ??s generous dispensers
    Of all the riches in the heavenly store, Those lesser gods, who act as Recompensers
  • 506.  
    If I should die, how kind you all would grow!
    In that strange hour I would not have one foe. There are no words too beautiful to say
  • 507.  
    I step across the mystic border-land,
    And look upon the wonder-world of Art. How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!
  • 508.  
    Love thyself last. Look near, behold thy duty
    To those who walk beside thee down lifeâ??s road; Make glad their days by little acts of beauty,
  • 509.  
    When my blood flows calm as a purling river,
    When my heart is asleep and my brain has sway, It is then that I vow we must part for ever,
  • 510.  
    Dying? I am not dying. Are you mad?
    You think I need to ask for heavenly grace? \I\ think \you\ are a fiend, who would be glad
  • 511.  
    Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,
    mad with melody, rhythm--rife From the very first to the final note,
  • 512.  
    Well, Mabel, 'tis over and ended---
    The ball I wrote was to be; And oh! it was perfectly splendid---
  • 513.  
    I dwell in the western inland,
    Afar from the sounding sea, But I seem to hear it sobbing
  • 514.  
    I have not the gift of vision,
    I have not the psychic ear, And the realms that are called Elysian
  • 515.  
    When you launch your bark for sailing
    On the sea of life, O youth! Clothe your heart and soul and spirit
  • 516.  
    I loved a maiden, long ago,
    She held within her hand my fate; And in the ruddy sunset glow
  • 517.  
    Time has made conquest of so many things
    That once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youth That ran to meet the years; bold brigand health,
  • 518.  
    Whoever was begotten by pure love,
    And came desired and welcome into life,
  • 519.  
    You left me with the autumn time;
    When the winter stripped the forest bare, Then dressed it in his spotless rime;
  • 520.  
    You call me an angel of love and of light,
    A being of goodness and heavenly fire, Sent out from Godâ??s kingdom to guide you aright,
  • 521.  
    There was a fair green garden sloping
    From the south-east side of the mountain-ledge; And the earliest tint of the dawn came groping
  • 522.  
    In France I saw a hill-a gentle slope
    Rising above old tombs to greet the gleam From soft spring skies. Beyond these skies dwells hope,
  • 523.  
    I love your lips when they're wet with wine
    And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
  • 524.  
    Said the manicure scissors one day,
    'The shears always have their own way, And I think it absurd
  • 525.  
    Dear Love, where the red lilies blossomed and grew
    The white snows are falling;
  • 526.  
    met at night in the season's hight, Mid revel and mirth and song.
  • 527.  
    Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy,
    Is inspiration, eager to pursue, But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy,
  • 528.  
    All in the beautiful Autumn weather
    One thought lingers with me and stays; Death and winter are coming together,
  • 529.  
    Don't drink, boys, don't!
    There is nothing of happiness, pleasure, or cheer, In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale, or beer.
  • 530.  
    There was a boy named Grumble Tone, who ran away to sea.
    'I'm sick of things on land,' he said, 'as sick as I can be, A life upon the bounding wave is just the life for me!'
  • 531.  
    Oh, I know a certain lady who is reckoned with the good,
    Yet she fills me with more terror than a raging lion would. The little chills run up and down my spine wheneâ??er we meet,
  • 532.  
    This is the song for a soldier
    To sing as he rides from home To the fields afar where the battles are
  • 533.  
    Why do we pity those who weep? The pain
    That finds a ready outlet in the flow
  • 534.  
    I knew it the first of the summer,
    I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted,
  • 535.  
    Because of the fullness of what I had,
    All that I have seems poor and vain. If I had not been happy, I were not sad--
  • 536.  
    Sitting to-day in the sunshine,
    That touched me with fingers of love, I thought of the manifold blessings
  • 537.  
    Should some great angel say to me to-morrow,
    â??Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start, But God will grant, in pity, for thy sorrow,
  • 538.  
    Timeâ??s finger on the dial of my life
    Points to high noon! And yet the half-spent day Leaves less than half remaining, for the dark,
  • 539.  
    Beside a crib that holds a babyâ??s stocking,
    A tattered picture book, a broken toy, A sleeping mother dreams that she is rocking
  • 540.  
    We plucked a red rose, you and I
    All in the summer weather; Sweet its perfume and rare its bloom,
  • 541.  
    Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot;
    Or so the unperceiving thought, Who looked no deeper than her face,
  • 542.  
    The bold young Autumn came riding along
    One day where an elm-tree grew. 'You are fair,' he said, as she bent down her head,
  • 543.  
    If one poor burdened toiler oâ??er lifeâ??s road,
    Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his galling load,
  • 544.  
    There was a man, it was said one time,
    Who went astray in his youthful prime. Can the brain keep cool and the heart keep quiet
  • 545.  
    The passion you forbade my lips to utter
    Will not be silenced. You must hear it in The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter:
  • 546.  
    In every part of the thrifty town,
    Whether my course be up or down, In lane, and alley, and avenue,
  • 547.  
    Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast hold lay stored
    The priceless riches of all climes and lands, Say, woudst thou let it float upon the seas
  • 548.  
    A CURIOUS vision, on mine eyes unfurled
    In the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see, Two Centuries meet, and sit down vis-a-vis,
  • 549.  
    A yacht from its harbour ropes pulled free,
    And leaped like a steed oâ??er the race track blue, Then up behind her, the dust of the sea,
  • 550.  
    Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him-
    Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms. Down he goes slowly, ever so lowly
Total 702 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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