Frances Sargent Osgood famous quotes

Last updated: Sep 5, 2024

Labor is rest from the sorrows that greet us; from all the petty vexations that meet us; from the sin-promptings that assail us; from the world-sirens that lure us to ill
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Sorrow #World #Sirens
Better confide and be deceiv'd, A thousand times, by treacherous foes, Than once accuse the innocent, Or let suspicion mar repose.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Mars #Innocent #Suspicion
And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great tune to which the planets roll!
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Music #Sweet #Bird
Labor is rest--from the sorrow that greet us; Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from the world-sirens that hire us to ill. Work--and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow; Work--thou shalt ride over Care's coming billow; Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow! Work with a stout heart and resolute will!
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Lying #Heart #Waiting
Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth; Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Dark #Water #Watches
Labor! all labor is noble and holy! Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Prayer #Noble #Deeds
Call me names, dearest! Call me thy bird That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word, That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight, That tenderly sings there in loving delight! Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,-- Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird!
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Dream #Heart #Names
No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Sweet #Pain #Grief
Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They're a blessed little race, Peeping up in fancy's face, In the valley, on the hill, By the fountain and the rill; Laughing out between the leaves That the loving summer weaves.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Summer #Blessed #Race
An exile, ill in heart and frame,-- A wanderer, weary of the way;-- A stranger, without love's sweet claim On any heart, go where I may!
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Sweet #Heart #Way
To hallow'd duty Here with a loyal and heroic heart, Bind we our lives.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Heart #Loyal #Heroic
And yet we check and chide The airy angels as they float about us, With rules of so-called wisdom, till they grow The same tame slaves to custom and the world.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Children #Angel #World
He whom nature thus bereaves, Is ever fancy's favourite child; For thee enchanted dreams she weaves Of changeful beauty, bright and wild.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Dream #Children #Fancy
Within the oyster's shell uncouth The purest pearl may hide, Trust me you'll find a heart of truth Within that rough outside.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Heart #Oysters #May
With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Strength #Sorrow #Fidelity
Love is the greatest of educators.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Love #Love Is #Educator
Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow; work with a stout heart and resolute will.
-- Frances Sargent Osgood

#Work #Lying #Heart

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