"All summer she scattered the daisy leaves; They only mocked her as they fell. She said: "The daisy but deceives; 'He loves me not,' 'he loves me will,' One story no two daisies tell. Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell.""
"I know the lands are lit,With all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod."
"Love has a tide!"
"But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead."
"O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions, - sweeter days are thine!"
"O month when they who love must love and wed."
"There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families."
"On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead."
"O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind."
"If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful."
"When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery."
"Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy."
"But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood."
"Think, while thou sunnest thyself in Joy's estate, Mayhap thou canst not ripen without frost."
"Oh, write of me, not "Died in bitter pains," But "Emigrated to another star!""
"Who waits until the wind shall silent keep. Will never find the ready hour to sow."
"By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer."
"O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's bright blue weather."
"Friend, ahoy! Farewell! farewell! Grief unto grief, joy into joy, Greeting and help the echoes tell Faint, but eternal - Friend, ahoy!"
"As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it."
"There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride."
"Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another."
"For April sobs while these are so glad, April weeps while these are so gay, - Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way."
"Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?"
"Who longest waits most surely wins."
"The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down."
"When Time is spent, Eternity begins."
"The new is older than the old; And newest friend is oldest friend in this: That, waiting him, we longest grieved to miss One thing we sought."
"Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!"
"When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget."
"Wondrous interlacement! Holding fast to threads by green and silky rings, With the dawn it spreads its white and purple wings; Generous in its bloom, and sheltering while it clings, Sturdy morning-glory."
"The mighty are brought low by many a thing Too small to name. Beneath the daisy's disk Lies hid the pebble for the fatal sling."
"Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have."
"Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand."
"Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead."