Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 201.  
    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
  • 202.  
    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,
  • 203.  
    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,
  • 204.  
    I step across the mystic border-land,
    And look upon the wonder-world of Art. How beautiful, how beautiful its hills!
  • 205.  
    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
  • 206.  
    When I shall meet Godâ??s generous dispensers
    Of all the riches in the heavenly store, Those lesser gods, who act as Recompensers
  • 207.  
    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
  • 208.  
    We women teach our little sons how wrong
    And how ignoble blows are; school and church Support our precepts and inoculate
  • 209.  
    I heard such a curious story
    Of Santa Claus. Once, so they say, He set out to find what people were kind,
  • 210.  
    Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious ear low bending
    Through these glad New Year days, To catch the countless prayers to heaven ascending â??
  • 211.  
    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?
  • 212.  
    Woman, sitting at your ease,
    In the midst of luxuries, Bound by chains of selfishness,
  • 213.  
    Begin each morning with a talk to God,
    And ask for your divine inheritance Of usefulness, contentment, and success.
  • 214.  
    Walking to-day on the Common,
    I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near him,
  • 215.  
    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
  • 216.  
    The brewer's dog is abroad, boys,
    Be careful where you stray, His teeth are coated with poison,
  • 217.  
    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,
  • 218.  
    I saw fond lovers in that glow
    That oft-times fades away too soon: I saw and said, 'Their joy I know-
  • 219.  
    Under the snow in the dark and the cold,
    A pale little sprout was humming; Sweetly it sang, â??neath the frozen mold,
  • 220.  
    Do you wish the world were better?
    Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch for your actions,
  • 221.  
    Before this scarf was faded,
    What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded
  • 222.  
    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
  • 223.  
    We two were lovers, the Sea and I;
    We plighted our troth â??neath a summer sky.
  • 224.  
    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,
  • 225.  
    Wise men tell me thou, O Fate,
    Art invincible and great. Well, I own thy prowess; still
  • 226.  
    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
  • 227.  
    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,
  • 228.  
    Oh, for the power to call to aid, of mine
  • 229.  
    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,
  • 230.  
    (After James Thomson)
    As I came through the Valley of Despair, As I came through the valley, onmy sight,
  • 231.  
    Batter in the home place,
    That was nobly done; Try and get the first base-
  • 232.  
    The Poker proposed to the shovel
    That they should be man and wife, 'I think,' said he, 'that we could agree
  • 233.  
    So many gods, so many creeds,
    So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind,
  • 234.  
    When I am dead, if some chastened one
    Seeing the 'item, ' or hearing it said That my play is over and my part done
  • 235.  
    Only a simple rhyme of love and sorrow,
    Where 'blisses' rhymed with 'kisses,' 'heart,' with 'dart:'
  • 236.  
    Oh, not for the great departed,
    Who formed our country's laws, And not for the bravest-hearted
  • 237.  
    A Tribute To The Policemen Of Englands Capital
    Here in my cosy corner,
  • 238.  
    Thou dost not know it! but to hear
    One word of praise from thee, There is no pain I would not bear,
  • 239.  
    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
  • 240.  
    'He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.'-

  • 241.  
    Oh, you who read some song that I have sung â??
    What know you of the soul from whence it sprung?
  • 242.  
    I am tired to-night, and something,
    The wind maybe, or the rain, Or the cry of a bird in the copse outside,
  • 243.  
    I poured out a tumbler of Claret,
    Of course with intention to drink, And, holding it up in the sunlight,
  • 244.  
    They say the world is round, and yet
    I often think it square, So many little hurts we get
  • 245.  
    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
  • 246.  
    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;
  • 247.  
    â??Twas just a slight flirtation,
    And whereâ??s the harm, I pray, In that amusing pastime
  • 248.  
    Said Willie to Tom 'Let us hie away
    To the wonderful Island of Endless Play.
  • 249.  
    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
  • 250.  
    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,
Total 710 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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