Celia Thaxter Short Quotes

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There shall be
Eternal summer in the grateful heart.

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Already the dandelions
Are changed into vanishing ghosts.

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No sadder sound salutes you than the clear,
Wild laughter of the loon.

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

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To stand by the beds at sunrise and see the flowers awake is a heavenly delight.

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Look to the East, where up the lucid sky; the morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair.

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

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The eternal sound of the sea on every side has a tendency to wear away the edge of human thought and perception...

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

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Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer.

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The turf is warm beneath her feet, Bordering the beach of stone and shell, And thick about her path the sweet Red blossoms of the pimpernel.

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Across the narrow beach we flit,
One little sand-piper and I;
And fast I gather, bit by bit.
The scattered driftwood, bleached and dry.

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As I hold the flower in my hand and think of trying to describe it, I realize how poor a creature I am, how impotent are words in the presence of such perfection.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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