Poems of Passion & Pleasure – Ella Wilcox (1919)

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Poems of Passion & Pleasure – Ella Wilcox (1919)

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Title: Poems of Passion & Pleasure
Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Dudley Tennant (illus)
ISBN: –
Publisher: Gay & Hancock, 1919
Condition: Hardcover, bound in padded velvet. In excellent condition for its age.

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Title: Poems of Passion & Pleasure
Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Dudley Tennant (illus)
ISBN: –
Publisher: Gay & Hancock, 1919
Condition: Hardcover, bound in padded velvet. In excellent condition for its age. Beautifully illustrated.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her best-known work was Poems of Passion. Her most enduring work was ” Solitude”, which contains the lines: “Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone”. Her autobiography, The Worlds and I, was published in 1918, a year before her death.

The Winds of Fate

One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
‘Tis the set of the sails,
And Not the gales,
That tell us the way to go.

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate;
As we voyage along through life,
‘Tis the set of a soul
That decides its goal,
And not the calm or the strife.

Voice of the Voiceless

I am the voice of the voiceless;
Through me the dumb shall speak,
Till the deaf world’s ear be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak.

From street, from cage, and from kennel,
From stable and zoo, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail.

THE DESTROYER

WITH care, and skill, and cunning art  She parried Time's malicious dart,   And kept the years at bay,  Till passion entered in her heart  And aged her in a day! 

MOON AND SEA

YOU are the moon, dear love, and I the sea :  The tide of hope swells high within my breast,  And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrest  When your fond eyes smile near in perigee.  But when that loving face is turned from me,  Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear,  And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear.  You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.