One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERRelated Topics
Anand Thakur
One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Do not strive to grasp them all.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
We always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Dreams grow holy put in action.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER