True Culture
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The highest culture is to speak no ill, The best reformer is the man whose eyes Are quick to see all beauty and all worth; And by his own discreet, well-ordered life, Alone reproves the erring. When thy gaze Turns in on thine own soul, be most severe. But when it falls upon a fellow-man Let kindliness control it; and refrain From that belittling censure that springs forth From common lips like weeds from marshy soil.
Next 10 Poems
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Tuesday
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Two
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Two Ghosts
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Two Men
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Two Sat Down
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Two Sunsets
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Two Voices
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Unrest
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Uselessness
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Warned
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- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Together
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : To The West
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : To Marry Or Not To Marry? ( A Girl's Reverie )
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Time's Defeat
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Thursday
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Through Dim Eyes
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : Thoughts On Leaving Japan
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : The Year
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : The White Man
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox : The Voluptuary