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Sara Teasdale

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Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.


— Sara Teasdale


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Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?


— Sara Teasdale


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There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.


— Sara Teasdale


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Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.


— Sara Teasdale


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Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.


— Sara Teasdale


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I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.


— Sara Teasdale


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Life is but thought.


— Sara Teasdale


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I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.


— Sara Teasdale


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Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.


— Sara Teasdale


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In 1933 Sara Teasdale died by suicide overdosing on sleeping pills. In 1918 her poetry collection Love Songs (released 1917) Sara Teasdale won the 1918 Pulitzer Prize for poetry – the first woman to do so – that was sponsored by the Poetry Society of America. In the years 1911 to 1914 Teasdale was courted by several men including poet Vachel Lindsay who was absolutely in love with her but did not feel that he could provide enough money or stability to keep her satisfied.

Louis Missouri and after her marriage in 1914 Sara Teasdale went by the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger. Sara Teasdale (August 8 1884 – January 29 1933) was an American lyrical poet.

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