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• The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air was warm, And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.

  Celia Thaxter

  Summer, Rain, Night

  Celia Thaxter (1896). “The Poems of Celia Thaxter”

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• It seems to me the worst of all the plagues is the slug, the snail without a shell. He is beyond description repulsive, a mass of sooty, shapeless slime, and he devours everything.

  Celia Thaxter

  Animal, Shells, Slime

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.7, Applewood Books

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• So deeply is the gardener's instinct implanted in my soul, I really love the tools with which I work; the iron fork, the spade, the hoe, the rake, the trowel, and the watering pot are pleasant objects in my eyes.

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  Love, Eye, Iron

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.24, Applewood Books

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• The eternal sound of the sea on every side has a tendency to wear away the edge of human thought and perception.

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  Ocean, Sea, Perception

  Celia Thaxter (1873). “Among the Isles of Shoals”, p.8, Wake Brook House

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• Dear little head, that lies in calm content Within the gracious hollow that God made In every human shoulder, where He meant Some tired head for comfort should be laid.

  Celia Thaxter

  Lying, Tired, Contentment

  Celia Thaxter (1896). “The Poems of Celia Thaxter”

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• If death were the exception and not the rule, and we were not so swiftly to follow, these separations would be intolerably sad. We know no more of our next change of life than we knew of this before we were born into it; but that which we call death is merely change, who can doubt?

  Celia Thaxter

  Life Changing, Doubt, Would Be

  Celia Thaxter (1896). “Letters of Celia Thaxter”

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• O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood.

  Celia Thaxter

  Summer, Winter, Voice

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• Already the dandelions Are changed into vanishing ghosts.

  Celia Thaxter

  Vanishing, Dandelions, Ghost

  Celia Thaxter (1896). “The Poems of Celia Thaxter”

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• No sadder sound salutes you than the clear, Wild laughter of the loon.

  Celia Thaxter

  Laughter, Sound, Salute

  Celia Thaxter (1872). “Poems”, p.28

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• The toad has indeed no superior as a destroyer of noxious insects, and he possesses no bad habits and is entirely inoffensive himself, every owner of a garden should treat him with utmost hospitality.

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  Animal, Garden, Toads

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.10, Applewood Books

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• It is curious that the leaf should so love the light and the root so hate it.

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  Hate, Light, Roots

  Celia Thaxter (2008). “An Island Garden”, p.25, Applewood Books

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• Oh, I never meant, in my old age, to become subject to the thrall of a love like this; it is almost dreadful, so absorbing, so stirring down to the deeps. For the tiny creature is so old and wise and sweet, and so fascinating in his sturdy common sense and clear intelligence; and his affection for me is a wonderful, exquisite thing, the sweetest flower that has bloomed for me in all my life through.

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  Wise, Sweet, Flower

  Celia Thaxter (1896). “Letters of Celia Thaxter”

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• Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I.

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  Running, Beach, Hands

  Celia Thaxter (1874). “Poems”, p.32

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• As the days go on toward July, the earth becomes dry and all the flowers begin to thirst for moisture. Then from the hillside, some warm, still evening, the sweet rain-song of the robin echoes clear, and next day we wake up to a dim morning; soft flecks of cloud bar the sun's way, fleecy vapors steal across the sky, the southwest wind blows lightly, rippling the water into little waves that murmur melodiously as they kiss the shore.

  Celia Thaxter

  Summer, Sweet, Song

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