Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Quotes

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.

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

As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

Men die but sorrow never dies.