Ella Wheeler Wilcox Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old Ella Wheeler Wilcox quotes, Ella Wheeler Wilcox sayings, and Ella Wheeler Wilcox proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.

Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin, As sweet as clover-honey in its cell; Love is the password whereby souls get in To Heaven--the gate that leads, sometimes, to Hell. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
There is no success without unity. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Life is a privilege / Its youthful days shine with the radiance of continuous Mays. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Life is a ponderous lesson-book, and Fate / The teacher. When I came to love's fair leaf / My teacher turned the page and bade me wait. / 'Learn first,' she said, 'love's grief'; / And o'er and o'er through many a long tomorrow / She kept me conning that sad page of sorrow. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Love much. There is no waste in freely giving; / More blessed is it, even, than to receive. / He who loves much alone finds life worth living: / Love on, through doubt and darkness; and believe / There is no thing which Love may not achieve. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
God, what a joy it is to plant a tree / And from the sallow earth to watch it rise / Lifting its emerald branches to the skies Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Its strength and glory waxing with each spring / Yes, 'tis a goodly, and a gladsome thing / To plant a tree. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Nature has many marvels; but a tree / Seems more than marvellous. It is divine / So generous, so tender, so benign. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Singing across the meadow, striding down through the corn. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In his great cushioned chair by the fender / An old man sits dreaming to-night, / His withered hands, licked by the tender, / Warm rays of the red anthracite, / Are folded before him, all listless; / His dim eyes are fixed on the blaze, / While over him sweeps the resistless / Flood-tide of old days. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him / Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms / Down he goes slowly, ever so lowly / Over the rim of the cradle they lay him / Baby's first journey is free from alarms. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot / The cream in a pot on the shelf / Where everything always seemed peaceful and quiet / Got whipped, for I heard it myself. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I do not ask for splendour / To crown my daily lot / But this I ask – a kitchen / Where the kettles always hot. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Everything is right at hand and money freely flows / And hired help is all about, just listenin’ to my call / But I miss the yellow almanac off my old kitchen wall. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Half-way unto the end—the week's high noon. / The morning hours do speed away so soon! / And, when the noon is reached, however bright, / Instinctively we look toward the night. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Tie up the broken threads, and let us go, / Like reunited lovers, hand in hand, / Back, and yet onward, to the sunny land / Of our To Be, which was our Long Ago. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
All love that has not friendship for its base is like a mansion built upon the sand. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A little rhyme about a heart that's bleeding— / Of lonely hours and sorrow's unrelief: / I smiled at first; but there came with the reading Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The old-fashioned verse with intentional rhymes. / And quite out of date, too, is rhythmical metre; / The critics / declare it an insult to art. / But oh! the sweet swing of it, oh! the clear ring of it, / Oh! the great pulse of it, / right from the heart, / Art or no art. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
And then on the gray granite precipice burst; / And I knew as I counted, while other waves mounted, / I knew the tenth billow would rhyme with the first Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Snugly creep and fall asleep, / O come, my baby, do; / Creep into my lap, and with a nap, / We'll break the day in two. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A lustrous rocket, rising out of space. Behold the signal of the foe,' cried one. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
When this full throat shall wattle fold on fold, / Like some ripe peach left drying on a wall Ella Wheeler Wilcox
"As Monday goes, so goes the week," dames say. Refreshed, renewed, use well the initial day. And see! thy neighbour already seeks his labour. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
It is 'Liquor Dealer.' It means soul stealer. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
My friends,' said the Owl, with a look most wise, / 'The Eagle is soaring too near the skies, / In a way that is quite improper; / Yet the world is praising her, so I'm told, / And I think her actions have grown so bold / That some of us ought to stop her.' Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I am quite convinced,' said Crow, with a caw, / 'That the Eagle minds no moral law, / She's a most unruly creature.' / 'She's an ugly thing,' piped Canary Bird; / 'Some call her handsome — it's so absurd — / She hasn't a decent feature.' Ella Wheeler Wilcox
But, lo! from a peak on the mountain grand / That looks out over the smiling land / And over the mighty ocean, / The Eagle is spreading her splendid wings — / She rises, rises, and upward swings, / With a slow, majestic motion. Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough. Ella Wheeler Wilcox