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.
Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.
- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie.
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… - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
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…
Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.
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 i… - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
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 i…
The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.
True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.
Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover. - Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.
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
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.
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