328 Quotes by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Singing across the meadow, striding down through the corn.

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.

Give us that grand word woman once again, / And let's have done with lady. / One's a term, / Full of fine force--strong, beautiful, and firm, / Fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen-- / And one's a word for lackeys.

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.

Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover, / It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over. / Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it.

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.

What can be said in New Year rhymes / That's not been said a thousand times? / The new years come, the old years go, / We know we dream, we dream we know.

I do not ask for splendour / To crown my daily lot / But this I ask – a kitchen / Where the kettles always hot.

Look in the eyes of trouble with a smile, / Extend your hand and do not be afraid. / ‘Tis but a friend who comes to masquerade, / And test your faith and courage for awhile.