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    Poems Of Power: "The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind."
    Poems Of Power: "The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind."
    Poems Of Power: "The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind."
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    Poems Of Power: "The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind."

    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 Power, that so endeared her to her audience. Ella died of breast cancer on October 30th, 1919.

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    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateNov 12, 2013
    ISBN9781783945856
    Poems Of Power: "The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind."

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      Poems Of Power - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

      Poems of Power 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

      Note

      The Queen's Last Ride

      The Meeting of the Centuries

      Death Has Crowned Him a Martyr

      Grief

      Illusion

      Assertion

      I Am

      Wishing

      We two

      The Poet's Theme

      Song of the Spirit

      Womanhood

      Morning Prayer

      The Voices of the People

      The World Grows Better

      A Man's Ideal

      The Fire Brigade

      The Tides

      When the Regiment Came Back

      Woman to Man

      The Traveller

      The Earth

      Now

      You and To-day

      The Reason

      Mission

      Repetition

      Begin the Day

      Words

      Fate and I

      Attainment

      A Plea to Peace

      Presumption

      High Noon

      Thought-Magnets

      Smiles

      The Undiscovered Country

      The Universal Route

      Unanswered Prayers

      Thanksgiving

      Contrasts

      Thy Ship

      Life

      A Marine Etching

      Love Thyself Last

      Christmas Fancies

      The River

      Sorry

      Ambition's Trail

      Uncontrolled

      Will

      To an Astrologer

      The Tendril's Fate

      The Times

      The Question

      Sorrow's Uses

      If

      Which Are You?

      The Creed to be

      Inspiration

      The Wish

      Three Friends

      You Never Can Tell

      Here and Now

      Unconquered

      All That Love Asks

      Does it Pay?

      Sestina

      The Optimist

      The Pessimist

      An Inspiration

      Life's Harmonies

      Preparation

      Gethsemane

      God's Measure

      Noblesse Oblige

      Through Tears

      What we Need

      Plea to Science

      Respite

      Song

      My Ships

      Her Love

      If

      Love's burial

      Love is Enough

      Life is a Privilege

      Insight

      A Woman's Answer

      The World's Need

      Ella Wheeler Wilcox – A Short Biography

      Ella Wheeler Wilcox – A Concise Bibliography

      NOTE

      The final word in the title of this volume refers to the DIVINE POWER in every human being, the recognition of which is the secret to all success and happiness.  It is this idea which many of the verses endeavour to illustrate.

      E. W. W.

      THE QUEEN'S LAST RIDE

      (Written on the day of Queen Victoria's funeral)

      The Queen is taking a drive to-day,

      They have hung with purple the carriage-way,

      They have dressed with purple the royal track

      Where the Queen goes forth and never comes back.

      Let no man labour as she goes by

      On her last appearance to mortal eye:

      With heads uncovered let all men wait

      For the Queen to pass, in her regal state.

      Army and Navy shall lead the way

      For that wonderful coach of the Queen's to-day.

      Kings and Princes and Lords of the land

      Shall ride behind her, a humble band;

      And over the city and over the world

      Shall the Flags of all Nations be half-mast-furled,

      For the silent lady of royal birth

      Who is riding away from the Courts of earth,

      Riding away from the world's unrest

      To a mystical goal, on a secret quest.

      Though in royal splendour she drives through town,

      Her robes are simple, she wears no crown:

      And yet she wears one, for, widowed no more,

      She is crowned with the love that has gone before,

      And crowned with the love she has left behind

      In the hidden depths of each mourner's mind.

      Bow low your heads, lift your hearts on high

      The Queen in silence is driving by!

      THE MEETING OF THE CENTURIES

      A curious vision on mine eyes unfurled

      In the deep night.  I saw, or seemed to see,

      Two Centuries meet, and sit down vis-a-vis

      Across the great round table of the world:

      One with suggested sorrows in his mien,

      And on his brow the furrowed lines of thought;

      And one whose glad expectant presence brought

      A glow and radiance from the realms unseen.

      Hand clasped with hand, in silence for a space

      The Centuries sat; the sad old eyes of one

      (As grave paternal eyes regard a son)

      Gazing upon that other eager face.

      And then a voice, as cadenceless and gray

      As the sea's monody in winter time,

      Mingled with tones melodious, as the chime

      Of bird choirs, singing in the dawns of May.

      THE OLD CENTURY SPEAKS

      By you, Hope stands.  With me, Experience walks.

      Like a fair jewel in a faded box,

      In my tear-rusted heart, sweet Pity lies.

      For all the dreams that look forth from your eyes,

      And those bright-hued ambitions, which I know

      Must fall like leaves and perish, in Time's snow,

      (Even as my soul's garden stands bereft,)

      I give you pity! 'tis the one gift left.

      THE NEW CENTURY

      Nay, nay, good friend! not pity, but

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