Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes | Quotes by Adelaide Anne Procter
1The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
2Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'
3Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
4Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
5Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible? Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was. And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret; But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late. No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
6Do not look at life's long sorrow; see how small each moment's pain.
7Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
8One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
9Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
10Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth鈥檚 weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm鈥檇 way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
11I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
12Hours are golden links, God's token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them, lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
13See how time makes all grief decay.
14Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright, The stars can only shine In the dark night. Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
15No star is lost once we have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
16Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
17Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us,With heaven's light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit,True or false, that never dies;Every word man's lips have utteredEchoes in God's skies.
18Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
19One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going; Do not strive to grasp them all.
20I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
21Each man has some part to play.
22Dreams grow holy put in action.
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