I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak. Till the deaf world's ears be made to hear. The wrongs of the wordless weak. And I am my brothers keeper, And I will fight his fights; And speak the words for beast and bird. Till the world shall set things right.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxLaugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Mots clés pain laugh trouble mirth ella-wheeler-wilcox
So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxFeast, and your halls are crowded
Fast, and the world goes by
Succeed and give, and it helps you live
But no man can help you die
Mots clés positive-thinking positive-attitude
In time the earth will be inhabited by almost god-like beings who shall analyze and discuss the remnants of humanity as we now discuss the chimpanzee.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxMots clés evolution
A poor original is better than a good imitation.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxMots clés imagination art originality
laugh and the world laughs with you. weep and weep alone
Ella Wheeler WilcoxWe two make banquets of the plainest fare
In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure...
For us life always moves with lilting measure
We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure
Mots clés friendship love pleasure simplicity harmony perfection
Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.
Ella Wheeler WilcoxMots clés will
It is easy to tell the toiler
How best he can carry his pack
But no one can rate a burden's weight
Until it has been on his back
Mots clés advice suffering sympathy pride burden
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