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    Poems Of Cheer: “laugh and the world laughs with you. weep and weep alone”
    Poems Of Cheer: “laugh and the world laughs with you. weep and weep alone”
    Poems Of Cheer: “laugh and the world laughs with you. weep and weep alone”
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    Poems Of Cheer: “laugh and the world laughs with you. weep and weep alone”

    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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    Born on November 5th 1850 in Johnstown, Wisconsin, Ella Wheeler was the youngest of four children. She began to write as a child and by the time she graduated was already well known as a poet throughout Wisconsin. Regarded more as a popular poet than a literary poet her most famous work ‘Solitude’ reflects on a train journey she made where giving comfort to a distressed fellow traveller she wrote how the others grief imposed itself for a time on her ‘Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and you weep alone’. It was published in 1883 and was immensely popular. The following year, 1884, she married Robert Wilcox. They lived for a time in New York before moving to Connecticut. Their only child, a son, died shortly after birth. Here we publish one of her many poetry books, Poems Of Cheer, that so endeared her to her audience. Ella died of breast cancer on October 30th, 1919.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateNov 12, 2013
    ISBN9781783945818
    Poems Of Cheer: “laugh and the world laughs with you. weep and weep alone”

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      Poems Of Cheer - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

      Poems of Cheer by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

      Poetry is a fascinating use of language.  With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries.  In this series we look at the world through the eyes and minds of our most gifted poets to bring you a unique poetic guide to their lives.  

      Born on November 5th 1850 in Johnstown, Wisconsin, Ella Wheeler was the youngest of four children.  She began to write as a child and by the time she graduated was already well known as a poet throughout Wisconsin.

      Regarded more as a popular poet than a literary poet her most famous work ‘Solitude’ reflects on a train journey she made where giving comfort to a distressed fellow traveller she wrote how the others grief imposed itself for a time on her ‘Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and you weep alone’. It was published in 1883 and was immensely popular.

      The following year, 1884, she married Robert Wilcox.  They lived for a time in New York before moving to Connecticut.  Their only child, a son, died shortly after birth.  It was around this time they developed an interest in spiritualism which for Ella would develop further into an interest in the occult.  In later years this and works on positive thinking would occupy much of her writing.

      On Robert’s death in 1916 she spent months waiting for word from him from ‘the other side’ which never came. 

      In 1918 she published her autobiography The Worlds And I.

      Ella died of cancer on October 30th, 1919.

      Index Of Poems

      Worth while

      The House of Life

      A Song of Life

      Prayer

      In the Long Run

      As you go through Life

      Two Sunsets

      Unrest

      Artist's life

      Nothing but Stones

      Inevitable

      The Ocean of Song

      It might have been

      Momus, God of Laughter

      I Dream

      The Sonnet

      The Past

      A Dream

      Uselessness

      Will

      Winter Rain

      Life

      Burdened

      Let them go

      Five Kisses

      Retrospection

      Helena

      Nothing Remains

      Comrades

      What Gain?

      To the West

      The Land of Content

      Warning

      After the Battles are over

      And they are dumb

      Night

      All for me

      Into Space

      Through Dim Eyes

      The Punished

      Half Fledged

      The Year

      The Unattained

      In the crowd

      Life and I

      Guerdon

      Snowed Under

      Leudemanns-on-the-river

      Little Blue Hood

      No Spring

      Midsummer

      A Reminiscence

      A Girl's Faith

      Two

      Slipping Away

      Is it done?

      A Leaf

      Aesthetic

      Poems of the Week

      Ghosts

      Fleeing away

      All mad

      Hidden Gems

      By-and-bye

      Over the May Hill

      Foes

      Friendship

      Two sat down

      Bound and free

      Aquileia

      Wishes for a little girl

      Romney

      My Home

      To marry or not to marry?

      An Afternoon

      River and Sea

      What happens?

      Possession

      Ella Wheeler Wilcox – A Short Biography

      Ella Wheeler Wilcox – A Concise Bibliography

      WORTH WHILE

      It is easy enough to be pleasant

      When life flows by like a song,

      But the man worthwhile is the one who will smile

      When everything goes dead wrong.

      For the test of the heart is trouble,

      And it always comes with the years,

      And the smile that is worth the praises of earth

      Is the smile that shines through tears.

      It is easy enough to be prudent

      When nothing tempts you to stray,

      When without or within no voice of sin

      Is luring your soul away;

      But it's only a negative virtue

      Until it is tried by fire,

      And the life that is worth the honour on earth

      Is the one that resists desire.

      By the cynic, the sad, the fallen,

      Who had no strength for the strife,

      The world's highway is cumbered to-day

      They make up the sum of life;

      But the virtue that conquers passion,

      And the sorrow that hides in a smile

      It is these that are worth the homage on earth,

      For we find them but once in a while.

      THE HOUSE OF LIFE

      All wondering, and eager-eyed, within her portico

      I made my plea to Hostess Life, one morning long ago.

      "Pray show me this great house of thine, nor close a single door;

      But let me wander where I will, and climb from floor to floor!

      For many rooms, and curious things, and treasures great and small

      Within your spacious mansion lie, and I would see them all."

      Then Hostess Life turned silently, her searching gaze on me,

      And with no word, she reached her hand, and offered up the key.

      It opened first the door of Hope, and long I lingered there,

      Until I spied the room of Dreams, just higher by a stair.

      And then a door whereon the one word Happiness was writ;

      But when I tried the little key I could not make it fit.

      It turned the lock of Pleasure's room, where first all seemed so

      bright -

      But after I had stayed awhile it somehow lost its light.

      And wandering down a lonely hall, I came upon a room

      Marked Duty, and I entered it, to lose myself in gloom.

      Along the shadowy halls I groped my weary way about,

      And found that from dull Duty's room, a door of Toil led out.

      It led out to another door, whereon a crimson stain

      Made sullenly against the dark these words:  The Room of Pain.

      But oh the light, the light, the light, that spilled down from above

      And upward wound, the stairs of Faith, right to the Tower of Love!

      And when I came forth from that place, I tried the little key -

      And lo! the door of Happiness swung open, wide and free.

      A SONG OF LIFE

      In the rapture of life and of living,

      I lift up my heart and rejoice,

      And I thank the great Giver for giving

      The soul of my gladness a voice.

      In the glow of the glorious weather,

      In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,

      My burdens seem light as a feather

      They are nothing to bear.

      In the strength and the glory of power,

      In

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