Celia Thaxter
Sign in to saveAlso known as Celia Laighton, Celia Laighton Thaxter, Thaxter, Celia Laighton, 1835-1894
American writer (1835-1894)
Person · Open Library
- Born
- 1835
- Died
- 1894
- Works
- 57
Top works
- Drift-Weed
- The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 89
- A Treasury of Christmas Classics
- Salutation!
- Stories and poems for children
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Recent publications · Crossref
5 total works indexed
- Guidelines for the use and interpretation of assays for monitoring autophagy (3rd edition)
· 2016 · cited 4,417x
- Safety and efficacy of the ChAdOx1 nCoV-19 vaccine (AZD1222) against SARS-CoV-2: an interim analysis of four randomised controlled trials in Brazil, South Africa, and the UK
· 2021 · cited 4,163x
- Tracking Changes in SARS-CoV-2 Spike: Evidence that D614G Increases Infectivity of the COVID-19 Virus
· 2020 · cited 3,764x
- Organizational Images and Member Identification
· 1994 · cited 3,440x
- Global burden of bacterial antimicrobial resistance 1990–2021: a systematic analysis with forecasts to 2050
· 2024 · cited 3,241x
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Quotes
- “Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit. The scattered driftwood, bleached and dry.”
- “The heart of God through his creation stirs, We thrill to feel it, trembling as the flowers That die to live again, — his messengers, To keep faith firm in these sad souls of ours.The waves of Time may devastate our lives, The frosts of age may check our failing breath, They shall not touch the spirit that survives Triumphant over doubt and pain and death.”
- “Thou great Creator! Pardon us who reach For other heaven beyond this world of thine, This matchless world, where thy least touch doth teach Thy solemn lessons clearly, line on line. And help us to be grateful, we who live Such sordid, fretful lives of discontent, Nor see the sunshine nor the flower, nor strive To find the love thy bitter chastening meant.”
- “The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air was warm, And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.”
- “What though our eyes with tears be wet? The sunrise never failed us yet.The blush of dawn may yet restore Our light and hope and joy once more. Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget That sunrise never failed us yet!”
- “Already the dandelions Are changed into vanishing ghosts.”
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