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
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.
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.
work men alive
I hold that a man had better be dead than alive when his work is done.
love-you love-is men
He who loves best his fellow-man, is loving God the holiest way he can....
work heart men
With hand on the spade and heart in the sky Dress the ground and till it; Turn in the little seed, brown and dry, Turn out the golden millet. Work, and your house shall be duly fed: Work, and rest shall be won; 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.
men helping life-is
Every life is meant to help all lives; each man should live for all men's betterment.
men soul crowds
Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single.
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
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.