Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892 - 1950

A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

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A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

Source: Second April, 1921

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A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay on god and soul

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The soul can split the sky in two, and let the face of God shine through.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

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A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay on heart and seasons

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

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A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay

We were very tired, we were very merry- We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

Source: A Few Figs from Thistles, 1920, Recuerdo

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A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay on friendship and heart

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing; Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

Source: Travel , 1921

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A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay on sorrow

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I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

Source: A Few Figs from Thistles, 1920, The Penitent

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A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay on mountains

All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

Source: Renascence, 1912

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A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay on heart and seasons

I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

Source: I Know I Am But Summer, 1923

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A Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay on beauty

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Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950)

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