Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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Each man has some part to play.
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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True or false, that never dies
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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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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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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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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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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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