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“He whom nature thus bereaves, Is ever fancy's favourite child; For thee enchanted dreams she weaves Of changeful beauty, bright and wild.”

Quote by Frances Sargent Osgood

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Frances Sargent Osgood

Frances Sargent Osgood was an American poet renowned for her romantic and lyrical works. Born on June 18, 1811, she was a prominent figure in the literary circles of her era. Osgood's poetry frequently reflected her personal experiences and emotions, and she is celebrated for her contributions to 19th-century American poetry. more

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“And yet we check and chide The airy angels as they float about us, With rules of so-called wisdom, till they grow The same tame slaves to custom and the world.”

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“To hallow'd duty Here with a loyal and heroic heart, Bind we our lives.”

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“An exile, ill in heart and frame,-- A wanderer, weary of the way;-- A stranger, without love's sweet claim On any heart, go where I may!”

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“Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They're a blessed little race, Peeping up in fancy's face, In the valley, on the hill, By the fountain and the rill; Laughing out between the leaves That the loving summer weaves.”

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“No grief so soft, no pain so sweet, as love's delicious melancholy.”

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“Call me names, dearest! Call me thy bird That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word, That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight, That tenderly sings there in loving delight! Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,-- Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird!”

Heart Dream Names Bird Wings Delight Flight Pet Breasts Call Me Cherish Folds Pining Sad Heart Pet Names

Book:Poems ... Illustrated by ... Darley, etc

Source: Poems ... Illustrated by ... Darley, etc

“Labor! all labor is noble and holy! Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God.”

Prayer Holy Labor Deeds Noble

Author:Frances Sargent Osgood

“Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth; Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth; Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth.”

Stills Water Dark Watches Labor Wounds Idleness Rust Still Waters

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“Labor is rest--from the sorrow that greet us; Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from the world-sirens that hire us to ill. Work--and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow; Work--thou shalt ride over Care's coming billow; Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow! Work with a stout heart and resolute will!”

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Author:Frances Sargent Osgood

“And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great tune to which the planets roll!”

Soul Music Rich Creation Planets Sweet Bird Wave Breathe Tunes Reverberation Sweet Music

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