Top 19 Quotes & Sayings by Will Carleton

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Last updated on September 17, 2024.

William McKendree Carleton was an American poet from Michigan. Carleton's poems were most often about his rural life.

American - Poet | October 21, 1845 - December 18, 1912

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If there's a heaven upon the earth, a fellow knows it when He's been away from home a week, and then gets back again.

Will Carleton

To appreciate heaven well, it's good for a person to have some fifteen minutes of hell.

Will Carleton

Worm or beetle - drought or tempest - on a farmer's land may fall, Each is loaded full o' ruin, but a mortgage beats 'em all.

Will Carleton

I've watched my duty, straight an' true, an' tried to do it well; Part of the time kept heaven in view, An' part steered clear of hell.

Will Carleton

Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out.

Will Carleton

But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.

Will Carleton

Over all our happy country - over all our Nation spread, Is a band of noble heroes - is our Army of the Dead.

Will Carleton

Yellow, mellow, ripened days, Sheltered in a golden coating; O'er the dreamy, listless haze, White and dainty cloudlets floating; Winking at the blushing trees, And the sombre, furrowed fallow; Smiling at the airy ease, Of the southward flying swallow Sweet and smiling are thy ways, Beauteous, golden Autumn days.

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Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day.

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Over the hill to the poor-house I'm trudgin' my weary way.

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Boys flying kites haul in their white winged birds; You can't do that way when you're flying words. Careful with fire, is good advice we know Careful with words, is ten times doubly so. Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead; But God Himself can't kill them when they're said.

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We thank Thee, O Father of all, for... all the soul-help that sad souls understand.

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And that was the way The deuce was to pay As it always is, at the close of the day That gave us

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So I have talked with Betsey and Betsey has talked with me, And we have agreed together that we can't never agree

Will Carleton

Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day Sleeping the years of their manhood away. Give them the meed they have won in the past; Give them the honors their future forcast; Give them the chaplets they won in the strife; Give them the laurels they lost with their life.

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The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care, His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair, His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his head, His eyes on his dusty old table, with different documents spread.

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Thanksgiving-day, I fear, If one the solemn truth must touch, Is celebrated, not so much To thank the Lord for blessing o'er, As for the sake of getting more!

Will Carleton