Alice Cary
Alice Cary
Alice Carywas an American poet, and the sister of fellow poet Phoebe Cary...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 April 1820
CityMount Healthy, OH
CountryUnited States of America
splits way impossible
The attempt is all the wedge that splits its knotty way betwixt the impossible and possible.
noble honest birth
For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.
heaven house hours
Yea, when mortality dissolves, Shall I not meet thine hour unawed? My house eternal in the heavens Is lighted by the smile of God!
seeming true-worth
True worth is in being, not seeming
love christian men
I hold that Christian grace abounds Where charity is seen; that when We climb to heaven, 'tis on the rounds Of love to men.
son world bears
Nothing in this low and ruined world bears the meek impress of the Son of God so surely as forgiveness.
fighting men soul
Desolate--Life is so dreary and desolate-- Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single, Deep out of sympathy moaning its moan-- Holding and having its brief exultation-- Making its lonesome and low lamentation-- Fighting its terrible conflicts alone.
gum drifting maple
I sit where the leaves of the maple and the gnarled and knotted gum are circling and drifting around me.
fall winter sunbeams
Coldly and capriciously the slanting sunbeams fall.
thinking gold saint
Not what we think, but what we do, / Makes saints of us: all stiff and cold, / The outlines of the corpse show through / The cloth of gold.
spring book autumn
Shut up the door: who loves me must not look / Upon the withered world, but haste to bring / His lighted candle, and his story-book, / And live with me the poetry of spring.
grace calling path
The path of duty I clearly trace, / I stand with conscience face to face, / And all her pleas allow; / Calling and crying the while for grace, - / 'Some other time, and some other place; / Oh, not to-day; not now!
happiness missing helping
We cannot make bargains for blisses, / Nor catch them like fishes in nets; / And sometimes the thing our life misses, / Helps more than the thing which it gets.
work men alive
I hold that a man had better be dead than alive when his work is done.