16 Celia Thaxter Quotes

Celia Thaxter quotes

1. The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air was warm, And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.

2. Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet.

3. Already the dandelions Are changed into vanishing ghosts.

4. Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I;

1. It seems to me the worst of all the plagues is the slug, the snail without a shell. He is beyond description repulsive, a mass of sooty, shapeless slime, and he devours everything.

2. It is curious that the leaf should so love the light and the root so hate it.

3. When the snow is still blowing against the window-pane in January and February and the wild winds are howling without, what pleasure it is to plan for summer that is to be.

4. Peacefully The quiet stars came out, one after one; The holy twilight fell upon the sea, The summer day was done.

5. I am fully and intensely aware that plants are conscious of love and respond to it as they do to nothing else.

6. Once more their weird laughter of the loons comes to my ear, the distance lends it a musical, melancholy sound. For a dangerous ledge off the lighthouse island floats in on the still air the gentle trolling of a warning bell as it swings on the rocking buoy; it might be tolling for the passing of summer and sweet weather with that persistent, pensive chime.

7. The toad has indeed no superior as a destroyer of noxious insects, and he possesses no bad habits and is entirely inoffensive himself, every owner of a garden should treat him with utmost hospitality.

8. So deeply is the gardener's instinct implanted in my soul, I really love the tools with which I work; the iron fork, the spade, the hoe, the rake, the trowel, and the watering pot are pleasant objects in my eyes.

9. There shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart.

10. O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood.

11. This very act of planting a seed in the earth has in it to me something beautiful. I always do it with a joy that is largely mixed with awe.

12. O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place! / O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face! / O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away, / That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.