Phoebe Cary
Phoebe Cary
Phoebe Carywas an American poet, and the younger sister of poet Alice Cary. The sisters co-published poems in 1849, and then each went on to publish volumes of her own. After their deaths in 1871, joint anthologies of the sisters' unpublished poems were also compiled...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth4 September 1824
CityMount Healthy, OH
CountryUnited States of America
birthday heart soul
Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart.
sisterhood thinking little-sister
But whenever she thanks the givers for favors great and small, she thinks of the good little sister who gave her more than they all.
men harvest born
And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn!
dream disappointment play
But alas for the dreams that round us play! / For the plans of mortal making! / And alas for the false and fickle day / That looked so fair at waking!
flower purple rose
I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in purple dress, The pink with cheek of red, Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs, Like a bashful maid her head.
forgiveness thinking giving
Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.
beautiful angel youth
Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage.
children valleys bed
Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest ...
heart care woe
Ah, there are moments for us here, when, seeing Life's inequalities, and woe, and care, The burdens laid upon our mortal being Seem heavier than the human heart can bear.
courage giving-up fighting
Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!
flower simple hair
You may wear your virtues as a crown, As you walk through life serenely, And grace your simple rustic gown With a beauty more than queenly. Though only one for you shall care, One only speak your praises; And you never wear in your shining hair, A richer flower than daisies.
wise thinking shadow
Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build
blessing today my-thoughts
All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today
light bridal-shower maid-of-honor
Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.