Ella Wheeler Wilcox Quotes

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Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight; Twas he who sent me here to-night." "God knows," the man said afterward, "The fight itself was not so hard."

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
O skies, be calm! O winds, blow free - Blow all my ships safe home to me! But if thou sendest some a-wrack, To never more come sailing back, Send any - all that skim the sea, But bring my love-ship home to me.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew love's pain, Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o'er a grave.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
But though that place I never gain,
Herein lies comfort for my pain:
I will be worthy of it.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Affirm the body, beautiful and whole,The earth-expression of immortal soul.Affirm the mind, the messenger of the hour,To speed between thee and the source of power.Affirm the spirit, the Eternal I -Of this great trinity no part deny.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink to darkness and despair...

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of Love As radiant and brilliant as a star. As changeless, too, as that fixed light afar Which glorifies vast worlds of space above...

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer,
The headstones thicken along the way;
And life grows sadder, but love grows stronger
For those who walk with us day by day.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is-is best.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I happened one night in my travels To stray into Butterfly Vale, Where my wondering eyes beheld butterflies With wings that were wide as a sail They lived in such houses of grandeur, Their days were successions of joys And the very last fad these butterflies had Was making collections of boys.

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How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by The quivering lid of an averted eye-- The smile that proves the parent to a sigh Thus doth Love speak.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
God made poor woman with no heart, But gave her skill, and tact, and art, And so she lives, and plays her part. We must not blame, but pity her...

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
How will it be when one of us alone Goes on that strange last journey of the soul? That certain search for an uncertain goal, That voyage on which no comradeship is known?...

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
But now I know that there is no killing A thing like Love, for it laughs at Death. There is no hushing, there is no stilling That which is part of your life and breath. You may bury it deep, and leave behind you The land, the people that knew your slain; It will push the sods from its grave, and find you On wastes of water or desert plain.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Lady beware. Fan not the harmless glow Of admiration into ardent love, Lean not with red curled smiling lips above The flickering spark of sinless flame, and blow, Lest in the sudden waking of desire Thou, like the child, shalt perish in the fire.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox