But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWe always may be what we might have been.
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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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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Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
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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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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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Each man has some part to play.
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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No star is lost once we have seen
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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