Thrice blessed are they whose early years are spent in some countryside. The flowering and withering of the seasons, and every exquisite sound and sight - every lane, and pasture, and green corners and gnarled hollows everywhere, make them affluent… — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
None of us ever escape the first few years of our lives. They make a mould into which we are cast, and though it may be broken, and we turned loose, some remnant of it, some intangible evil or lovely… — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
For poetry, more than any other art, except music, has a compelling hold upon the spiritual side of life. — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
Thrice blessed are they whose early years are spent in some countryside. The flowering and withering of the seasons, and every exquisite sound and… — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
Glad that I live am I; That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes, And the fall of dew. — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
To hear that your neighbor was worse off than yourself was not an altogether unpleasant experience. — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
None of us ever escape the first few years of our lives. They make a mould into which we are cast, and though it… — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out. — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
A child without an acquaintance of some kind with a classic of literature ... suffers from that impoverishment for the rest of his life.… — Lizette Woodworth Reese Copy Share Image
