328 Quotes by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough / Without your woe, no path is wholly rough / Look for the places / That are smooth and clear.

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

Somebody tries to say, 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.' People say that to me. There's no language for it. Sorry doesn't do it. I think you should just hug people and mop their floor or something.

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 / And quite out of date, too, is rhythmical metre; / The critics / declare it an insult to art.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.

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

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.

A lustrous rocket, rising out of space. Behold the signal of the foe,' cried one.

When this full throat shall wattle fold on fold, / Like some ripe peach left drying on a wall

"As Monday goes, so goes the week," dames say. Refreshed, renewed, use well the initial day. And see! thy neighbour already seeks his labour.