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
kindness royal
There's nothing so kingly as kindness, And nothing so royal as truth.
wall grief garden
Even for the dead I will not bind my soul to grief, death cannot long divide; for is it not as if the rose that climbed my garden wall had bloomed the other side?
life
How many lives we live in one, And how much less than one, in all.
splits way impossible
The attempt is all the wedge that splits its knotty way betwixt the impossible and possible.
work men alive
I hold that a man had better be dead than alive when his work is done.
dream kindness men
True worth is in being, not seeming- In doing, each day that goes by, Some little good, not in the dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For whatever men say in their blindness, And spite of the fancies of youth, There's nothing so kingly as kindness, And nothing so royal as truth.
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.
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!
love-you love-is men
He who loves best his fellow-man, is loving God the holiest way he can....
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!
noble honest birth
For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.