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Constance Fenimore Woolson Quotes

Time is not so all-erasing as we think.

Constance Fenimore Woolson (2015). “Anne”, p.177, Sheba Blake Publishing

My only wickedness is that I love you; my only goodness, the same.

Constance Fenimore Woolson (2015). “Anne”, p.391, Sheba Blake Publishing

If we neglect our privileges, the gods take them from us.

Constance Fenimore Woolson (2015). “Anne”, p.239, Sheba Blake Publishing

In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days; Forth go all hearts, all hands, from out the town, To bring her gayly in, This wild, sweet Princess of far Florida - The yellow jessamine.

Clare Benedict, Constance Fenimore Woolson (1930*). “Five Generations (1785-1923): Being Scattered Chapters from the History of the Cooper, Pomeroy, Woolson and Benedict Families, with Extracts from Their Letters and Journals, as Well as Articles and Poems by Constance Fenimore Woolson”