Phoebe Cary Quotes
Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build
And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn!
Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!
Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage.
There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm.
Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest.
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 human heart can bear.
Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.
For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake.
Father, perfect my trust;Let my spirit feel in death,That her feet are firmly setOn the rock of a living faith!
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!
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 face.
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.
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.
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.
Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?
I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight.
Only yield when you must never "give up the ship " but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!"
