Phoebe Cary (September 4, 1824 – July 31, 1871) was an American poet, and the younger sister of poet Alice Cary (1820–1871). The sisters co-published poems in 1849, and then each went on to publish volumes of her own. After their deaths in 1871, joint anthologies of the sisters' unpublished poems were also compiled.
Phoebe Cary was born on September 4, 1824, in Mount Healthy, Ohio near Cincinnati, and she and her sister Alice were raised on the Clovernook farm in North College Hill, Ohio. While she and her sister were raised in a Universalist household and held political and religious views that were liberal and reformist, they often attended Methodist, Presbyterian, and ... more »
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Phoebe Cary Poems
A Leak In The Dike
A Story of Holland The good dame looked from her cottage At the close of the pleasant day,
Suppose, my little lady, Your doll should break her head, Could you make it whole by crying Till your eyes and nose are red?
One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o’er and o’er; I am nearer home to-day Than I ever have been before;
The Christmas Sheaf
“Now, good-wife, bring your precious hoard,” The Norland farmer cried, “And heap the hearth, and heap the board, For the blessed Christmas-tide.
Ballad of the Canal
We were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul had room to sleep; It was midnight on the waters, And the banks were very steep.
HE dwelt among 'apartments let,' About five stories high; A man I thought that none would get,
Sally Salter, she was a young teacher who taught, And her friend, Charley Church, was a preacher who praught,
The Day Is Done (Parody of H.W. Longfell...
The day is done, and darkness From the wing of night is loosed, As a feather is wafted downward, From a chicken going to roost.
When Lovely Woman
When lovely woman wants a favor, And finds, too late, that man won't bend, What earthly circumstance can save her
The Three Wrens
Mr. Wren and his dear began early one year,— They were married, of course, on St. Valentine’s day,— To build such a nest as was safest and best,
The Prairie on Fire
The long grass burned brown In the summer's fierce heat, Snaps brittle and dry 'Neath the traveller's feet,
The crocus rose from her snowy bed As she felt the spring’s caresses, And the willow from her graceful head Shook out her yellow tresses.
Shakesperian Readings - 3
My father had a daughter got a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I good-looking, I should, your lordship. And what's her residence?
Loaded with gallant soldiers, A boat shot in to the land, And lay at the right of Rodman's Point With her keel upon the sand.
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A Leak In The Dike
A Story of Holland
The good dame looked from her cottage
At the close of the pleasant day,
And cheerily called to her little son
Outside the door at play:
“Come, Peter, come! I want you to go,
While there is light to see,
To the hut of the blind old man who lives
Across the dike, for me;
And take these cakes I made for him—
They are hot and smoking yet;
You have time enough to go and come
Before the sun is set.”
Then the good-wife turned to her labor,
Humming a simple song,
And thought of her husband, working hard ...