Occupation: Poet Birth: September 4, 1824 Death: July 31, 1871
Ah, there are moments for us here, when, seeing Life's inequalities, and woe, and care, The burdens laid upon our mortal being Seem heavier than the ….
Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure t….
All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today.
But alas for the dreams that round us play! / For the plans of mortal making! / And alas for the false and fickle day / That looked so fair at waking!.
Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light..
And though hard be the task, keep a stiff upper lip..
Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build.
Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!.
But whenever she thanks the givers for favors great and small, she thinks of the good little sister who gave her more than they all..
And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn!.
Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled….
Do we call the star lost that is hidden / In the great light of morn?.
Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest..
For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake..
O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain..
One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before..
You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a beauty more than queenly. Though on….
O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your….
For of all hard things to bear and grin, / The hardest is knowing you're taken in..
I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in purple dress, The ….
For those roses bright, oh, those roses bright! I have twined them in my sister's locks That are hid in the dust from sight..