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Ambreen86026045: "A WEED IS BUT AN UNLOVED FLOWER " ~ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

MikesJokesEtc: The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind. -Ella Wheeler Wilcox

JoshuaWRiek: "To sin by silence when we should protest makes cowards out of men." ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

slfoster22: “Dawn,” Ella Wheeler Wilcox

rcnjuguna: To sin by silence when they should protest makes cowards of men. - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

CerebralWisdom: To sin by silence when they should protest makes cowards of men. - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

aModernMaverick: There is nothing we can’t live down, rise above or overcome. – Ella Wheeler Wilcox

LoryjoyM: “There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.” – Ella Wheeler Wilcox TipidNationEp2 BloopersPLEASE

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

Famoustankmp: " There is no chance , no destiny , no fate, that can hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul." - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

RiveraAndres23: "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone" - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

CerebralWisdom: To sin by silence when they should protest makes cowards of men. - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

__adfinem: A lighter sin or lesser error Might change through hope or fear divine; But there is no fear, and hell has no terror, To change or alter a love like mine. Ad Finem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

prestunes: So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind, while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox

TheKappaChris: Let's keep this going! Today's poem is "My Grave" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

Spill_Words: Solitude A Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox   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. Sing, and the hills will answer;

fristruti: of greed And given back to labor, let no man Call this the land of freedom. Background, context, and poem text:

MelanieJaxn: 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

fristruti: "Protest" ένα ποίημα της Ella Wheeler Wilcox To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men. The human race Has climbed on protest. Had no voice been raised Against injustice, ignorance and lust, The Inquisition yet would serve the law,

ArielPoets: A weed is but an unloved flower. —Ella Wheeler Wilcox

adrunkhalloween: It’s nothing much, a well loved book of poetry, with a page marked. a page containing the poem I Love You by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

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MagDods: How about a competition for the clunkiest COVID-19 poem? Channel your inner McGonagall, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Patience Strong...

RawIsJoland: Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth. "Solitude" By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Khadhdhie: The few who dare, must speak and speak again To right the wrongs of many. ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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ahamilton0: “With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.” - Ella Wheeler Wilcox”

BetterThanNiela: Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

BatwomanKathy: So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs. Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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

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The Comedian As The Letter C: 06 - And Daughters With Curls
 by Wallace Stevens

Portentous enunciation, syllable
To blessed syllable affined, and sound
Bubbling felicity in cantilene,
Prolific and tormenting tenderness
Of music, as it comes to unison,
Forgather and bell boldly Crispin's last
Deduction. Thrum, with a proud douceur
His grand pronunciamento and devise.
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