Dreams grow holy put in action.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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True or false, that never dies
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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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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
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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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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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Each man has some part to play.
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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