Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo not strive to grasp them all.
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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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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True or false, that never dies
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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No star is lost once we have seen
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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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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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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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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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Each man has some part to play.
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Seated one day at the organ
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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