Speak (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Obscured the sun, the world is dark;Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc,Send down thy spark.Let every heart in France be ...
Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems (545 Poems)
Will (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, Can circumvent or hinder or control The firm ...
The Rainbow Of Promise (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
In the face of the sun are great thunderbolts hurled,And the storm-clouds have shut out its light;But a Rainbow of ...
The Creed (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Whoever was begotten by pure love,And came desired and welcome into life,Is of immaculate conception. HeWhose heart is full of ...
A Maiden To Her Mirror (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
He said he loved me! Then he called my hairSilk threads wherewith sly Cupid strings his bow,My cheek a rose ...
Now I lay Me (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
When I pass from earth away,Palsied though I be and gray,May my spirit keep so youngThat my failing, faltering tongueFrames ...
The Tiger (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
In the still jungle of the senses layA tiger soundly sleeping, till one dayA bold young hunter chanced to come ...
The Universal Route. (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
As we journey along, with a laugh and a song,We see, on youth's flower-decked slope,Like a beacon of light, shining ...
An Episode (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Along a narrow Moorish streetA blue-eyed soldier strode.(Ah, well-a-day.)Veiled from her lashes to her feetShe stepped from her abode,(Ah, lack-a-day.)Now ...
The Way To Wonderland (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Who knows the way to wonderland?Oh, I know, Oh, I know!Trotty-te-trot on mama's knee,Then over the billows of sleepy sea,Down ...
My Friend (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
When first I looked upon the face of PainI shrank repelled, as one shrinks from a foeWho stands with dagger ...
Drouth (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Why do we pity those who weep? The painThat finds a ready outlet in the flowOf salt and bitter tears ...
Courage (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
There is a courage, a majestic thingThat springs forth from the brow of pain, full-grown,Minerva-like, and dares all dangers known,And ...
Twin-Born (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
He who possesses virtue at its best,Or greatness in the true sense of the word,Has one day started even with ...
Regret (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
There is a haunting phantom called Regret,A shadowy creature robed somewhat like Woe,But fairer in the face, whom all men ...
Perfectness (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
All perfect things are saddening in effect.The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes,The matchless tinting on the royal roseWhose ...
If I Should Die (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
If I should die, how kind you all would grow!In that strange hour I would not have one foe.There are ...
The Tavern Of Last Times (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
At Box Hill, SurreyA modern hour from London (as we spin Into a silver thread the miles of space Between ...
The Discontented (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Said the manicure scissors one day,"The shears always have their own way,And I think it absurdThat I am deterredFrom entering ...
Ernestness (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
The hurry of the times affects us soIn this swift rushing hour, we crowd and pressAnd thrust each other backward ...
The Undiscovered (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Man has explored all countries and all lands,And made his own the secrets of each clime.Now, ere the world has ...
Acquaintance (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Not we who daily walk the City's street;Not those who have been cradled in its heart,Best understand its architectural art,Or ...
East And West (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
The Day has never understood the Gloaming or the Night;Though sired by one Creative Power, and nursed at Nature's breast;The ...
The Saddest Hour (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
The saddest hour of anguish and of lossIs not that season of supreme despairWhen we can find no least light ...
‘Tis The Set Of The Sail — Or — One Ship Sails East (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
But to every mind there openeth,A way, and way, and away,A high soul climbs the highway,And the low soul gropes ...
They Shall Not Win (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Whatever the strength of our foes is now,Whatever it may have been,This is our slogan, and this our vow—They shall ...
At Eleusis (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,When early morning's banners were unfurled.From high Olympus, gazing on the world,The ancient gods ...
Winter Rain (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Falling upon the frozen world last night,I heard the slow beat of the Winter rain—Poor foolish drops, down-dripping all in ...
A Sculptor (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
As the ambitious sculptor, tireless, liftsChisel and hammer to the block at hand,Before my half-formed character I standAnd ply the ...
The Optimist. (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wingOr note enlivened the depressing wood,A soiled and sullen, stubborn snowdrift stoodBeside ...