27 Quotes & Sayings By Adelaide Crapsey

Adelaide Crapsey was born in Chicago on September 23, 1876. She taught school in Virginia and North Carolina before returning to Chicago, where she married John A. Crapsey. They had three children, two of whom died young Read more

Adelaide was widowed when her husband died of pneumonia at the age of 49 in 1911. She was 45 years old. After her husband's death, Adelaide moved with her children to Dallas, Texas, where she lived for the next five years. In 1918, Adelaide moved with her two daughters to Paris, France. There she met Prince Alexis Gauthier de Villepin, a French diplomat and member of the French nobility who was born in Algiers on June 21, 1878.

As a child he lived in Algiers where his father served as an ambassador under Napoléon III. He received his education at the French military school at Saumur before moving to Paris to join the diplomatic corps. It was during this period that Adelaide met Prince Gauthier. They were married on July 31, 1919 in Paris at St.-Louis-de-Gonzague Church by Father Jules Lecomte.

They honeymooned in Italy before returning to Paris where they settled into a life of luxury at their own villa located near the Bois de Boulogne and La Muette Palace. Adelaide Crapsey Gauthier de Villepin died on August 4, 1950 at her home in Saint-Laurent-sur-le-Vilaines (Marne), Seine-et-Marne, France at the age of 87 years old after suffering from heart failure for several months due to atherosclerosis. She is buried at Montmartre Cemetery near Paris along with many other members of her family and foreign dignitaries who were also interred there; among them were: General Louis de Failly de Morès (French Ambassador to USA and writer); Sir William Harcourt (British Minister for Colonies and first Lord of the Admiralty); Sir William Tietjens (British Minister for Colonies and first Lord of the Admiralty); Sir Edward Grey (British Foreign Secretary; Prime Minister; and Chancellor of The Exchequer); Sir Edward Donnet (French Minister for Foreign Affairs); Sir Robert Baden-Powell (the founder of Scouting); Sir D'Arcy Osborne (the President of the Board of Trade);

Why do You thus devise Evil against her?' 'For that...
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Why do You thus devise Evil against her?' 'For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore. Adelaide Crapsey
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And the centurion who stood by said: Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy sky. Portent of hill, sky, day's eclipse I know; Hill, sky, the shuddering darkness, these am I. The dying at His right hand, at His left, I am - the thief redeemed and the lost thief; I am the careless folk; I those bereft, The Well-Belov'd, the women bowed in grief. The gathering Presence that in terror cried, In earth's shock in the Temple's veil rent through, I; and a watcher, ignorant, curious-eyed, I the centurion who heard and knew . Adelaide Crapsey
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Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. 'Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.' 'Whose spirit prayed never at the gate In life nor at the throne, In death he may not pass the gate To come before the throne:' Peter said from the gate; Said Michael from the throne. Adelaide Crapsey
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Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists. Adelaide Crapsey
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If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it were, Too heavy! Adelaide Crapsey
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Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief must be With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory. Three grey women walk with me. Adelaide Crapsey
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Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking And sweet. Adelaide Crapsey
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Is it as plainly in our living shown, By which way the wind hath blown? Adelaide Crapsey
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The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep? Adelaide Crapsey
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Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart's Shed blood. Adelaide Crapsey
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Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grief In such soft sigh As hath the wind in gardens where Pale roses die. Adelaide Crapsey
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Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I'll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun's Gold flood. Adelaide Crapsey
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Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly... Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me! Adelaide Crapsey
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If illness' end be health regained then I Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I die. Adelaide Crapsey
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Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady: Red for the five Wounds of her Son. Adelaide Crapsey
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Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord's mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Heaven, She hath nor bread nor wine. Adelaide Crapsey
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With night's Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary. Adelaide Crapsey
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Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead. Adelaide Crapsey
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No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us.. Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas! Adelaide Crapsey
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Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan, The moon. Adelaide Crapsey
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As it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon. Adelaide Crapsey
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Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon's Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat? Adelaide Crapsey
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But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. The strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk! Adelaide Crapsey
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When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphinx, Learned all his dreaming from eyes. I bore in Greece a burning name, And I have been in Italy Madonna to a painter-lad, And mistress to a Medici. And have you heard (and I have heard) Of puzzled men with decorous mien, Who judged - the wench knew far too much - And burnt her on the Salem green? . Adelaide Crapsey
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In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing Of Greece. Adelaide Crapsey
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Ere the horne'd owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there shall Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away, 'Here's a King, ' the worms shall say. Adelaide Crapsey