I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHalf my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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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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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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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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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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Seated one day at the organ
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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