Phoebe Cary Quotes & Sayings

Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip! — Phoebe Cary

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. — Phoebe Cary

Father, perfect my trust;Let my spirit feel in death,That her feet are firmly setOn the rock of a living faith! — Phoebe Cary

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! — Phoebe Cary

And though hard be the task, 'Keep a stiff upper lip'. — Phoebe Cary

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. — Phoebe Cary

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today — Phoebe Cary

Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled face ... — Phoebe Cary

I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight. — Phoebe Cary

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. — Phoebe Cary

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. — Phoebe Cary

For little children everywhere A joyous season still we make; We bring our precious gifts to them, Even for the dear child Jesus' sake. — Phoebe Cary

One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before. — Phoebe Cary

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart. — Phoebe Cary

Do we call the star lost that is hidden / In the great light of morn? — Phoebe Cary

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light. — Phoebe Cary

Come up, April, though the valley, / In your robes of beauty drest, / Come and wake your flowery children / From their wintry beds of rest ... — Phoebe Cary

There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm. — Phoebe Cary

And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn! — Phoebe Cary

For those roses bright, oh, those roses bright!
I have twined them in my sister's locks
That are hid in the dust from sight. — Phoebe Cary

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain. — Phoebe Cary

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. — Phoebe Cary

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. — Phoebe Cary

For of all hard things to bear and grin, / The hardest is knowing you're taken in. — Phoebe Cary

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build — Phoebe Cary

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print? — Phoebe Cary

O men, grown sick with toil and care, Leave for awhile the crowded mart; O women, sinking with despair, Weary of limb and faint of heart, Forget your years to-day and come As children back to childhood's house. — Phoebe Cary

Here's a hand to the boy who has courage
To do what he knows to be right;
When he falls in the way of temptation,
He has a hard battle to fight.
Who strives against self and his comrade
Will find a most powerful foe.
All honor to him if he conquers.
A cheer for the boy who says, "No!"

There's many a battle fought daily
The world knows nothing about;
There's many a brave little soldier
Whose strength puts a legion to rout.
And he who fights sin singlehanded
Is more of a hero, I say,
Than he who leads soldiers to battle
And conquers by arms in the fray.

Be steadfast, my boy, when you're tempted,
To do what you know to be right.
Stand firm by the colors of manhood,
And you will o'ercome in the fight.
"The right," be your battle cry ever
In waging the warfare of life,
And God, who knows who are the heroes,
Will give you the strength for the strife. — Phoebe Cary