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… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik April Copy Share Image
Young Dandelion On a hedge-side Said young Dandelion Who'll be my bride? Said young Dandelion With a sweet air, I have my… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Air Copy Share Image
Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Inspirational Copy Share Image
Mine to the core of the heart, my beauty! Mine, all mine, and for love, not duty: Love given willingly, full and… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Beauty Copy Share Image
Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials like streams… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Airy Copy Share Image
Queens you must always be: queens to your lovers; queens to your husbands and your sons, queens of higher mystery to the… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Alas Copy Share Image
Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home, the delicious retirement of dependent love. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Absorption Copy Share Image
What small account The All-living seems to take of this thin flame Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast Out… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Accounts Copy Share Image
Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor to measure… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik About friendship Copy Share Image
genius is original, unique; and in whatever form it may develop itself is the greatest gift that can be given to man,… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Acknowledge Copy Share Image
Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Light Copy Share Image
No virtue ever was founded on a lie. The truth, then, at all risks and costs - the truth from the beginning.… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Breasts Copy Share Image
O the green things growing, the green things growing, The faint sweet smell of the green things growing! I should like to… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Green Copy Share Image
The wonder is not that some married people are less happy than they hoped to be, but that any married people, out… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Honeymoon Copy Share Image
Do your neighbour good by all means in your power, moral as well as physical - by kindness, by patience, by unflinching… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Can do Copy Share Image
What comfort there is in a cheerful spirit! how the heart leaps up to meet a sunshiny face, a merry tongue, an… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik All things Copy Share Image
To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Acceptance Copy Share Image
We have not to construct human nature afresh, but to take it as we find it, and make the best of it. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Constructs Copy Share Image
O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Black Copy Share Image
As we sail through life towards death, Bound unto the same port--heaven,-- Friend, what years could us divide? — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Bounds Copy Share Image
Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage. — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Growing Copy Share Image
There is no sorrow under heaven which is, or ought to be, endless. To believe or to make it so, is an… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Believe Copy Share Image
For truly, the greatest of all external blessings is it to be able to lean your heart against another heart, faithful, tender,… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Able Copy Share Image
Now, I have nothing to say against uncles in general. They are usually very excellent people, and very convenient to little boys… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Aunt Copy Share Image
The irrevocable Hand That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut The portals of our earthly destinies; We walk through… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Blindfolds Copy Share Image
