I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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No star is lost once we have seen
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
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Each man has some part to play.
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
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Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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Seated one day at the organ
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