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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Tears

When I consider Life and its few years --
A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun;
A call to battle, and the battle done
Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
A rose choked in the grass; an hour of fears;
The gusts that past a darkening shore do beat;
The burst of music down an unlistening street, --
I wonder at the idleness of tears.
Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight,

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