Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems

  • 251.  
    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
  • 252.  
    Who thinks how desolate and strange
    To me must seem the autumn's change, When housed in attic or in chest,
  • 253.  
    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
  • 254.  
    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
  • 255.  
    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
  • 256.  
    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
  • 257.  
    Just a little every day-
    That's the way! Seeds in darkness swell and grow,
  • 258.  
    Whatever the task that comes your way,
    Just take it as part of your luck. Look it right square in the eyes, and say,
  • 259.  
    Little by little and one by one,
    Out of the ether, were worlds created; Star and planet and sea and sun,
  • 260.  
    However the battle is ended,
    Though proudly the victor comes With fluttering flags and prancing nags
  • 261.  
    Uncle Rob says,
    That once on a time the fire flies Were stars with the others up in the skies.
  • 262.  
    When the soft sweet wind o' the south went by,
    I dwelt in the light of a dark brown eye; And out where the robin sang his song,
  • 263.  
    Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;
    The road leads not down avenues of haste; But often gently winds through by ways lowly,
  • 264.  
    Do you want to peep into Bedlam Town?
    Then come with me, when the day swings down, Into the cradle, whose rockers rim,
  • 265.  
    'Tis the song of the morning,
    The words of the sun, As he swings o'er the mountains:
  • 266.  
    Oh! that is a beautiful land, I wis,
    The land of the Gone-away Souls. Yes, a lovelier region by far than this
  • 267.  
    Once in the worldâ??s first prime,
    When nothing lived or stirred, Nothing but new-born Time,
  • 268.  
    I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
    One solitary picture struck my eye: A distant ploughboy stood against the skyâ??
  • 269.  
    The God of the day has vanished,
    The light from the hills has fled, And the hand of an unseen artist
  • 270.  
    Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
    Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wine Why should the old monopolise all praise?
  • 271.  
    I gave a beggar from my little store
    Of well-earned gold. He spent the shining ore And came again, and yet again, still cold
  • 272.  
    She rose up in the early dawn,
    And white and silently she moved About the house. Four men had gone
  • 273.  
    I saw them sitting in the shade;
    The long green vines hung over, But could not hide the gold-haired maid
  • 274.  
    In the journey of life, as we travel along
    To the mystical goal that is hidden from sight, You may stumble at times into Roadways of Wrong,
  • 275.  
    You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:
    The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And hides the rough dark rocks of lifeâ??s unrest
  • 276.  
    I said this morning, as I leaned and threw
    My shutters open to the Spring's surprise, 'Tell me, O Earth, how is it that in you
  • 277.  
    Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,
    The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens resounded. Louder and louder still, by voices grown hoarse with terror,
  • 278.  
    Reply to Rudyard Kiplingâ??s â??He travels the fastest who travels alone.â??
    Who travels alone with his eye on the heights,
  • 279.  
    It seemeth such a little way to me
    Across to that strange country â?? the Beyond; And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be
  • 280.  
    Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee
    That goes forth through the summer day and sings, And gathers honey from all growing things
  • 281.  
    However the battle is ended,
    Though proudly the victor comes, With flaunting flags and neighing nags
  • 282.  
    We love but once. The great gold orb of light
    From dawn to eventide doth cast his ray; But the full splendour of his perfect might
  • 283.  
    Now who is ready to go with me
    Off and away to dream town? Oh, such a journey as that will be,
  • 284.  
    Camouflage is all the rage.
    Ladies in their fight with age- Soldiers in their fight with foes-
  • 285.  
    Quite carelessly I turned the newsy sheet;
    A song I sang, full many a year ago, Smiled up at me, as in a busy street
  • 286.  
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  • 289.  
    The queerest languages known to man,
    Sanscrit, Hebrew, Hindoostan,Are all translated and made as free
  • 290.  
    One ship drives east and another drives west
    With the selfsame winds that blow.Tis the set of the sails
  • 291.  
    Heigh Ho! Well, the seasonâ??s over!
    Once again weâ??ve come to Lent! Programmeâ??s changes from balls and parties â??
  • 292.  
    She must be honest, both in thought and deed,
    Of generous impulse, and above all greed; Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf,
  • 293.  
    Looking some papers over,
    Dusty and dim and old,I found some words that thrilled me
  • 294.  
    This is the way of it, wide world over,
    One is beloved, and one is the lover, One gives and the other receives.
  • 295.  
    The mighty forces of mysterious space
    Are one by one subdued by lordly man. The awful lightning that for eons ran
  • 296.  
    Smile a little, smile a little,
    As you go along, Not alone when life is pleasant,
  • 297.  
    One who claims that he knows about it
    Tells me the earth is a vale of sin;But I and the bees, and the birds we doubt it,
  • 298.  
    To Miss Eva Russell.
    The spring time is deaf to our pleading,The meadows are brown as can be.
  • 299.  
    Sometimes she seems so helpless and mild,
    So full of sweet unreason and so weak, So prone to some capricious whim or freak;
  • 300.  
    I saw a maid with her chivalrous lover:
    He was both tender and true;He kissed her lips, vowing over and over,
Total 710 poems written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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