You may choose your words like a connoisseur, Ella Wheeler Wilcox More Quotes by Ella Wheeler Wilcox More Quotes From Ella Wheeler Wilcox Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind. Ella Wheeler Wilcox griefmindappreciation One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain. Ella Wheeler Wilcox sadpainheart There is no thing we cannot overcome Say not thy evil instinct is inherited, Or that some trait inborn makes thy whole life forlorn, And calls down punishment that is not merited. Ella Wheeler Wilcox punishmentevilcourage It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of the New Year is gilding The wan, worn face of the bruised old world. Ella Wheeler Wilcox new-yearlighthope There are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dark corners there They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they lean on my chair. Ella Wheeler Wilcox feardarkrooms You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod, And no one can save you from error or sin, Until you shall hark to the Spirit within. Ella Wheeler Wilcox devilerrorsinspirational Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe. Ella Wheeler Wilcox fateangerrace 'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted, And make a nightmare of the solitude. Ella Wheeler Wilcox sadsolitudeguests Better to wait and yearn, and still to wait, And die at last with unappeased desire, Than live to be the jest of such a fate, For that is my conception of hell-fire. Ella Wheeler Wilcox fatewisdomwise Do you wish the world were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true. Ella Wheeler Wilcox wisdomwisewish Then I turned to him commanding That he go the way he came, whence he came. But he answered me in sorrow, "May the Past not seek to borrow From the Present without blame - Just one memory from its store, Ere it goes to come no more, Back the pathway that it came, whence it came?" Ella Wheeler Wilcox wisdomwisememories Always continue to climb. Ella Wheeler Wilcox climbs Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives the world more light. Ella Wheeler Wilcox heartinspirationalthinking 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 sadgoaljourney How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd! Ella Wheeler Wilcox gayinspirationalpeople I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place. Ella Wheeler Wilcox sadfacesmorning Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of to-day is the sweet of to-morrow, And the moment's loss is the lifetime's gain. Ella Wheeler Wilcox painsweetinspirational 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 sadplayart 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 sadfightingson And she has a thousand virtues and not one acknowledged sin, But she is the sort of person you could liken to a pin. And she pricks you, and she sticks you, in a way that can't be said, When you seek for what has hurt you, why, you cannot find the head. Ella Wheeler Wilcox angerhurtway
