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Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Quotes

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Quotes
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Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half tender, to repeat Her song of May.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

4.
As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Men die but sorrow never dies.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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In the deep shadow of the porch A slender bind-weed springs, And climbs, like airy acrobat, The trellises, and swings And dances in the golden sun In fairy loops and rings.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Quote Topics by Sarah Chauncey Woolsey: Spring Bells Song Soul Morning Flower Night Way Autumn Recovery Selfish Dry Christmas Easter Wall Earth Secret Yesterday Lovers Rose Fierce Done Summer Strong Twilight Hush Pain Beautiful Shadow Sorrow
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Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go Back to the same old lives again.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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... And God, who studies each separate soul, out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Ah, the pretty whisperers! It was very well When the leaves were thick and green, awhile ago-- Leaves are secret-keepers; but since the last leaf fell There is nothing hidden from the eyes below.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Dry leaves upon the wall, Which flap like rustling wings and seek escape, A single frosted cluster on the grape Still hangs--and that is all.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung, Frolicked and danced and had their way, Upon the autumn breezes swung.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

22.
All green and fair the summer lies, Just budded from the bud of spring, With tender blue of wistful skies, And winds that softly sing.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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To-morrow I will begin, thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the fine things we planned overnight.
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days!
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey