But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSome pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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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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Seated one day at the organ
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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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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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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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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No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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