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19 Quotes for 'Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik)' in the Database.
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Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik) Quotes
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Sweet April-time--O cruel April-time!
Year after year returning, with a brow
Of promise, and red lips with longing paled,
And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys
Of vanished springs, like flowers.
Topic: April
Source: April
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Autumn
Into earth's lap does throw
Brown apples gay in a game of play,
As the equinoctials blow.
Topic: Autumn
Source: October
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A slender young Blackbird built in a thorn-tree:
A spruce little fellow as ever could be;
His bill was so yellow, his feathers so black,
So long was his tail, and so glossy his back,
That good Mrs. B., who sat hatching her eggs,
And only just left them to stretch her poor legs,
And pick for a minute the worm she preferred,
Thought there never was seen such a beautiful bird.
Topic: Blackbirds
Source: The Blackbird and the Rooks
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The buttercups across the field
Made sunshine rifts of splendor.
Topic: Buttercups
Source: A Silly Song
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Sing away, ay, sing away,
Merry little bird
Always gayest of the gay,
Though a woodland roundelay
You ne'er sung not heard;
Though your life from youth to age
Passes is a narrow cage.
Topic: Canaries
Source: The Canary in his Cage
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God rest ye, little children; let nothing you affright,
For Jesus Christ, your Saviour, was born this happy night;
Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay,
When Christ, the Child of Nazareth, was born on Christmas Day.
Topic: Christmas
Source: Christmas Carol (st. 2)
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The irrevocable Hand
That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut
The portals of our earthly destinies;
We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors
Close after us, forever.
Topic: Destiny
Source: April
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O how grandly cometh Even,
Sitting on the mountain summit,
Purple-vestured, grave, and silent,
Watching o'er the dewy valleys,
Like a good king near his end.
Topic: Evening
Source: A Stream's Singing
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With faces like dead lovers who died true.
Topic: Faces
Source: Indian Summer
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Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave them to bleach out in the open day,
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,--
But we forget not, never can forget.
Topic: Forgetfulness
Source: A Flower of a Day
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I said to the sky-poised Lark:
"Hark--hark!
Thy note is more loud and free
Because there lies safe for thee
A little nest on the ground."
Topic: Larks
Source: A Rhyme About Birds
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O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen!
Bare long after the rest are green;
But as the time steals onwards, while none perceives
Slowly she clothes herself with leaves--
Hides her fruit under them, hard to find.
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But by and by, when the flowers grow few
And the fruits are dwindling and small to view--
Out she comes in her matron grace
With the purple myriads of her race;
Full of plenty from root to crown,
Showering plenty her feet adown.
While far over head hang gorgeously
Large luscious berries of sanguine dye,
For the best grows highest, always highest,
Upon the mulberry-tree.
Topic: Mulberry
Source: The Mulberry Tree
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I said to the Nightingale:
"Hail, all hail!
Pierce with thy trill the dark,
Like a glittering music-spark,
When the earth grows pale and dumb."
Topic: Nightingales
Source: A Rhyme About Birds
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Those Rooks, dear, from morning till night,
They seem to do nothing but quarrel and fight,
And wrangle and jangle, and plunder.
- Dinah Maria Mulock (used pseudonym Mrs. Craik),
Topic: Rooks
Source: Thirty Years--The Blackbird and the Rooks
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Autumn to winter, winter into spring,
Spring into summer, summer into fall,--
So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
Topic: Seasons
Source: Immutable
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A secret at home is like rocks under tide.
Topic: Secrecy
Source: Magnus and Morna (sc. 2)
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I said to the brown, brown thrush:
"Hush, hush!
Through the wood's full strains I hear
Thy monotone deep and clear,
Like a sound amid sounds most fine."
Topic: Thrushes
Source: A Rhyme About Birds
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To-morrow is, ah, whose?
Topic: Tomorrow
Source: Between Two Worlds
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I took the wren's nest;--
Heaven forgive me!
Its merry architects so small
Had scarcely finished their wee hall,
That empty still, and nest and fair,
Hung idly in the summer air.
Topic: Wrens
Source: The Wren's Nest
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