Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850–1919) was an American poet and writer from Johnstown, Wisconsin. She began publishing in her teens and became one of the most widely read poets of her day, with many collections and a syndicated newspaper column.
Poems of Passion (1883), considered daring at the time, became a bestseller. Her poem “Solitude” opens with the famous lines “Laugh, and the world laughs with you; / Weep, and you weep alone”. Her plain, optimistic verse made her hugely popular, though critics often dismissed it.
Poems (24)
- LifeLife, like a romping school-boy full of glee,
- Poems of Passion/"The Beautiful Blue Danube"They drift down the hall together;
- Poems of Passion/A FableSome cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,
- Poems of Passion/A PictureI strolled last eve across the lonely down;
- Poems of Passion/A Waltz-QuadrilleThe band was playing a waltz-quadrille,
- Poems of Passion/Ad FinemOn the white throat of the' useless passion
- Poems of Passion/An AnswerIf all the year was summer time,
- Poems of Passion/AnsweredGood-bye—yes, I am going.
- Poems of Passion/Art and HeartThough critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
- Poems of Passion/As by FireSometimes I feel so passionate a yearning
- Poems of Passion/At EleusisI, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,
- Poems of Passion/AttractionThe meadow and the mountain with desire
- Poems of Passion/BeppoWhy art thou sad, my Beppo? But last eve,
- Poems of Passion/BeyondIt seemeth such a little way to me
- Poems of Passion/Bleak WeatherDear Love, where the red lilies blossomed and grew
- Poems of Passion/But OneThe year has but one June, dear friend;
- Poems of Passion/ChangeChanged? Yes, I will confess it—I have changed.
- Poems of Passion/CommunismWhen my blood flows calm as a purling river,
- Poems of Passion/ConversionI have lived this life as the skeptic lives it;
- Poems of Passion/DelilahIn the midnight of darkness and terror,
- Poems of Passion/The Beautiful Land of NodCome, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
- Poems of Passion/The Common LotIt is a common fate—a woman's lot—
- RecriminationI
- The Coquette (Wilcox)Alone she sat with her accusing heart,