And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERJoy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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One by one the sands are flowing
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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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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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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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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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True or false, that never dies
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Seated one day at the organ
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