Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
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Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERFor when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one the sands are flowing
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWe always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHalf my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBe strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTake them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSeated one day at the organ
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWords are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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 PROCTERBe strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERThe men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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