Elizabeth Chase Allen
American author, journalist, poet (1832-1911)
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Elizabeth Chase Allen (October 9, 1832, Strong, Maine – August 7, 1911, Tuckahoe, New York) was an American author, journalist and poet.
Quotes
editPoems (1866)
edit- Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy). Boston: Ticknor and Fields, 1866.
- Behold, we live through all things,—famine, thirst,
Bereavement, pain; all grief and misery,
All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst
On soul and body,—but we can not die.
Though we be sick, and tired, and faint, and worn,—
Lo, all things can be borne!- "Endurance", stanza 5, p. 44.
- I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.- "At Last", stanza 3, pp. 87–88.
- Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again, just for to-night!- "Rock Me to Sleep", stanza 1, p. 190.
- Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,—
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—
Take them and give me my childhood again!- "Rock Me to Sleep", stanza 2, p. 190.
- O flowers! the soul that faints or grieves
New comfort from your lips receives;
Sweet confidence and patient faith are hidden in your leaves.- "Spring in the Capital", stanza 11, p. 196.
- Dawn of a brighter, whiter day
Than ever blessed us with its ray,—
A dawn beneath whose purer light all guilt and wrong shall fade away.- "Spring at the Capital", stanza 13, p. 196.
- Up the sky in silence holy
Comes the young moon slowly, slowly,
Softly with her light divine,
Filling, like a cup with wine.- "Karl", stanza 1, p. 207.
- The wind is full of memories;
It whispers low and clear
The sacred echoes of the past,
And brings the dead more near.- "April", stanza 3, p. 219.