Adelaide Anne Procter
Adelaide Anne Procter
Adelaide Anne Procterwas an English poet and philanthropist. She worked prominently on behalf of unemployed women and the homeless, and was actively involved with feminist groups and journals. Procter never married. She became unhealthy, possibly due to her charity work, and died of tuberculosis at the age of 38...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 October 1825
might
No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been.
english-poet
We always may be what we might have been.
night perfect-days light
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
joy heaven thee
One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
grief heart passing-away
Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'
may adelaide lord
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
ideas noble strife
Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
angel men light
Words 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.
time fall moments
One 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.
spring fall rain
Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
echoes keys one-day
Seated 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.
horse men thinking
The 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.
time grief decay
See how time makes all grief decay.
sweet poison wells
I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.