Sarah Orne Jewett
Sarah Orne Jewett Poems
- A Wild Rose A blushing wild pink rose, By tangled woods ...
- A Caged Bird High at the window in her cage, The old ...
- A Country Boy In Winter The wind may blow the snow ...
- A Farmer's Sorrow The clouds look low and heavy, as if there ...
- A Child's Grave More than a hundred years ago They ...
- A Four-Leaved Clover Dear Polly, these are joyful days! Your...
- Discontent Down in a field, one day in June, The flowers all...
Sarah Orne Jewett (September 3, 1849 – June 24, 1909) was an American novelist and short story writer, best known for her local color works set in or near South Berwick, Maine, on the border of New Hampshire, which in her day was a declining New England seaport.
Jewett's family had been residents of New England for many generations. Her father was a doctor, and Jewett often accompanied ... more »
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''Wrecked on the lee shore of age.''Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909), U.S. author. The Country of the Pointed Firs and Other Stories, ch. 7 (1896).
''Tact is after all a kind of mind reading.''Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909), U.S. author. The Country of the Pointed Firs and Other Stories, ch. 10 (1896).
''The thing that teases the mind over and over for years, and at last gets itself put down rightly on paperwhether little or great, it belongs to Literature.''Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909), U.S. author. Letter to author Willa Cather. The Country of the Pointed Firs and Other Stories, preface (1896).
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A Wild Rose
A blushing wild pink rose,
By tangled woods and ways,
A passing sweet that goes
With summer days.
From rosy dawn till night
Wafted from east to west,
Kissed by the morning light
To evening rest.
Thy odors faint outlive
Alike both joy and pain,
Stealing the sweet they give
To yield again.
Leaving a faint perfume
Thy memory to fulfill,
Forgotten in thy bloom,