But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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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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We always may be what we might have been.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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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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Seated one day at the organ
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True or false, that never dies
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And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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