Phoebe Cary
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"Keep a stiff upper lip."
Phoebe Cary (September 4, 1824 – July 31, 1871), with her older sister Alice Cary, co-published poems in 1849. They lived on the Clovernook farm in North College Hill, Ohio.
Quotes
[edit]- Her washing ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close,
And passed the long, long night away
In darning ragged hose.But when the sun in all its state
Illumed the Eastern skies,
She passed about the kitchen grate
And went to making pies.- "The Wife". Poems and Parodies (Boston: Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1854) p. 192
- The second stanza is also found in James Aldrich, "A Death-Bed"
- Nearer my Father's house,
Where the many mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea;Nearer the bound of life,
Where we lay our burdens down;
Nearer leaving the cross,
Nearer gaining the crown!- "Nearer Home", st. 2. Poems of Faith, Hope, and Love (1868) p. 49
- Different version in Poems and Parodies (1854) p. 101 (with 'jasper' not 'crystal')
- Father, perfect my trust;
Let my spirit feel in death,
That her feet are firmly set
On the rock of a living faith!- "Nearer Home", st. 7. Poems of Faith, Hope, and Love (1868) p. 50
- And though hard be the task,
"Keep a stiff upper lip!"- "Keep a Stiff Upper Lip!", Ballads for Little Folk (New York: Hurd and Houghton, 1874) p. 175
Attributed
[edit]Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
[edit]- Quotes reported in C. N. Douglas, Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)
- 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.
- For little children everywhere
A joyous season still we make;
We bring our precious gifts to them,
Even for the dear child Jesus’ sake.
- 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.
- No thought within her bosom stirs,
But wakes some feeling dark and dread;
God keep thee from a doom like hers,
Of living when the hopes are dead.
- O years, gone down into the past,
What pleasant memories come to me
Of your untroubled days of peace,
And hours almost of ecstasy.
- There are eyes half defiant,
Half meek and compliant;
Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm
To bring us good or to work us harm.
- 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.
