To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Anand Thakur
To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSome pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHave we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEREvery word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWith heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWe always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERThe men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERFor when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERKinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERIt seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTake them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo not strive to grasp them all.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSee how time makes all grief decay.
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