Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Quotes

#1. 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

#2. This pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#3. 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

#4. Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#5. Men die but sorrow never dies.

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#6. 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

#7. True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

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

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#9. The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#10. 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

#11. The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days!

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#12. 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

#13. 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

#14. 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

#15. 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

#16. Now the last red ray is gone;
Now the twilight shadows hie.

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#17. Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#18. 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

#19. Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew.

Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#20. 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

#21. 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