Dinah Craik Quotes

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O infinitely human, yet divine!
Half clinging childlike to the mother found,
Yet half repelling — as the soft eyes say,
"How is it that ye sought me? Wist ye not
That I must be about my Father's business?"

Dinah Craik
Love that giveth in full store,
Aye receives as much, and more.

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It often doth befall,
He who conquers loses all.

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It is the Christmas time:
And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.

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Nothing but a speck we seem
In the waste of waters round,
Floating, floating like a dream, —
Outward bound.

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What a fatal thing in pictures, books, or human lives, is a lack of proportion.

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There is nothing so absolute as the tyranny of weakness.

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Drink, my jolly lads, drink with discerning,
Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning;
Never was owl more blind than a lover,
Drink and be merry, lads, half seas over.

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What small account The All-living seems to take of this thin flame Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast Out of war's nostrils, and a myriad Of these our puny tapers are blown out Forever.

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As we sail through life towards death,
Bound unto the same port--heaven,--
Friend, what years could us divide?

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Queens you must always be: queens to your lovers; queens to your husbands and your sons, queens of higher mystery to the world beyond.... But alas, you are too often idle and careless queens, grasping at majesty in the least things, while you abdicate it in the greatest.

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O blest one hour like this! to rise And see grief's shadows backward roll; While bursts on unaccustomed eyes The glad Aurora of the soul.

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The present only is a man's possession; the past is gone out of his hand wholly, irrevocably. He may suffer from it, learn from it,--in degree, perhaps, expiate it; but to brood over it is utter madness.

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To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life.

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Young Dandelion
On a hedge-side
Said young Dandelion
Who'll be my bride?
Said young Dandelion
With a sweet air,
I have my eye on
Miss Daisy fair.

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Unless a woman has a decided pleasure and facility in teaching, an honest knowledge of everything she professes to impart, a liking for children, and, above all, a strong moral sense of her responsibility towards them, for her to attempt to enroll herself in the scholastic order is absolute profanation.

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One only "right" we have to assert in common with mankind--and that is as much in our hands as theirs--is the right of having something to do.

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There is no such word as 'too late,' in the wide world — nay, not in the universe. What! shall we, whose atom of time is but a fragment out of an ever-present eternity — shall we, so long as we live, or even at our life's ending, dare to cry out to the Eternal One, 'It is too late!'

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Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains,
Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea,
Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy mountains,
Draughts of life to me.

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Sing away, ay, sing away, Merry little bird, Always gayest of the gay, Though a woodland roundelay You ne'er sung nor heard; Though your life from youth to age Passes in a narrow cage.

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O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest,
When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.

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Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home, the delicious retirement of dependent love.

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Autumn
Into earth's lap does throw
Brown apples gay in a game of play,
As the equinoctials blow.

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O how beautiful is morning!
How the sunbeams strike the daisies
And the kingcups fill the meadow
Like a golden-shielded army
Marching to the uplands fair.

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