For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBe strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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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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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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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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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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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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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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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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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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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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We always may be what we might have been.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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True or false, that never dies
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
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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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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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