One by one the sands are flowing
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
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Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
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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 men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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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, / Some pure idea 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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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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Each man has some part to play.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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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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True or false, that never dies
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