Who is Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox unknown date Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her works include Poems of Passion and Solitude, which contains the lines "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone". Her autobiography, The Worlds and I, was published in 1918, a year before her death.

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • Thoughts
    Thoughts do not need the wings of words
    To fly to any goal.
    Like subtle lightnings, not like birds,
    They speed from soul to soul. ...
  • Home
    The greatest words are always solitaires,
    Set singly in one syllable; like birth,
    Life, love, hope, peace. I sing the worth
    Of that dear word toward which the whole world fares - ...
  • The Voices Of The People
    Oh! I hear the people calling through the day time and the night time,
    They are calling, they are crying for the coming of the right time.
    It behooves you, men and women, it behooves you to be heeding,
    For there lurks a note of menace underneath their plaintive pleading. ...
  • A Wish
    Great dignity ever attends great grief,
    And silently walks beside it;
    And I always know when I see such woe
    That Invisible Helpers guide it. ...
  • Was, Is, And Yet-to-be
    Was, Is, and Yet-to-Be
    Were chatting over a cup of tea.

    In tarnished finery smelling of must, ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Great 357 Soul 341 Earth 335 Sweet 325 Heart 303 Love 294 I Love You 294 Life 289 Long 256 World 253

Ella Wheeler Wilcox Quotes

  • All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.
  • It ever has been since time began, And ever will be, till time lose breath, That love is a mood - no more - to a man, And love to a woman is life or death.
  • It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is the one who can smile, When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is troubled, And it always comes with the years. And the smiles that is worth the praises of earth Is the smile that shines through tears.
  • Laugh and the world laughs with you Weep, and you weep alone For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
  • Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
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Comments about Ella Wheeler Wilcox

  • Bighappyhead: this took me back..... for a minute i was 17 again. rock on lads "i would go back, but the ways are winding, if ways there are to that land, in sooth; for what man succeeds in ever finding a path to the garden of his lost youth?" —ella wheeler wilcox
  • Jumpoffthatbldg: quote: ella wheeler wilcox photo by diego ph on unsplash (
  • Ames_of_j: "there is no chance, no destiny, no fate that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul." —ella wheeler wilcox
  • Teja_our_love: the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.” — ella wheeler wilcox emerging winner tejasswi
  • Realhumphreyj: “a poor original is better than a good imitation.” ― ella wheeler wilcox
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Annie Healy: I have Songs from Maurine, by E.W. Wilcox suede bound; dated 16.8.'16 printed by London & Glasgow Collins, clear-type Press. Beautiful edition with colour plates and black sketch illustrations.
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Vikas Namjoshi : After reading today's poem "upon the sand" I am so enchanted first time. This might be the first comment on your site. Thanks a lot. And please advice me to find her reading material and the respective sites on Internet. Vikas Namjoshi
Su greenwood: Very disappointed not to see - I thought it was called 'the world's need' about cruelty to animals ' all the world needs is to be kind'.

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