Treasure Island

Lizette Woodworth Reese

(January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935 / Waverly)

Quotations

  • ''The little Jesus came to town;
    With ox and sheep He laid Him down;
    Peace to the byre, peace to the fold,
    For that they housed Him from the cold!''
    Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856-1935), U.S. poet. A Christmas Folk-Song (l. 13-16). . . Our Holidays in Poetry. Mildred P. Harrington and Josephine H. Thomas, comps. (1929) The H. W. Wilson Company.
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  • ''Loose me from tears, and make me see aright
    How each hath back what once he stayed to weep;
    Homer his sight, David his little lad!''
    Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856-1935), U.S. poet. Tears (l. 12-14). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.
  • ''I wonder at the idleness of tears.''
    Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856-1935), U.S. poet. Tears (l. 8). . . Anthology of American Poetry. George Gesner, ed. (1983) Avenel Books.

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Spicewood

The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky,
In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,
That whips it all before, and all behind,
Into one thick, rude flame, now low, now high,
It is the first, the homeliest thing of all--
At sight of it, that lad that by it fares,
Whistles afresh his foolish, town-caught airs--
A thing so honey-colored, and so tall!

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