Sarah Chauncey Woolsey famous quotes

Last updated: Sep 5, 2024

Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Forgiveness #Done #Innocence
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

#Eye #Secret #Green
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

#Autumn #Tree #Way
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

#Wall #Wings #Dry
Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Errors #Yesterday
Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie.
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Twilight #Shadow #Gone
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

#Weed #Spring #Swings
The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Strong #Wind #Fierce
Men die but sorrow never dies.
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Men #Sorrow
The Autumn seems to cry for thee,Best lover of the Autumn-days!
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Best Love #Autumn #Lovers
Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrowÂ… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Pain #Heart #Soul
... And God, who studies each separate soul, out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole.
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Beautiful #Soul #Religion
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

#Ministry #Each Day #Way
Earth's saddest day and gladdest day were just three days apart!
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Easter #Earth #Three
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

#Flower #Night #Rose
Every day is a fresh beginning. Every morn is the world made anew.
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Addiction #World #Made
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

#Song #Sweet #Spring
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

#Summer #Lying #Spring
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

#Song #Laughter #Tears
To-morrow I will begin, thought Katy, as she dropped asleep that night. How often we all do so! And what a pity it is that when morning comes and to-morrow is to-day, we so frequently wake up feeling quite differently; careless or impatient, and not a bit inclined to do the fine things we planned overnight.
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Morning #Night #Feelings
...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Morning #Sun #Hush
Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red....
-- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

#Melting #Bells #Red
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

#Christmas #Bells #Garlands

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