But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERFor when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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Some pure ideal 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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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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True or false, that never dies
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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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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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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 stars can only shine In the dark night.
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Seated one day at the organ
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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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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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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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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But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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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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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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