The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Every quotation a nineteenth-century speaker or writer might want, grouped under its subject, with the author, the date and the source given as exactly as Hoyt could manage.

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Quotes by Adelaide Ann Procter

9 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.

Before I trust my Fate to thee, Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy Future give Color and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, Question thy soul to-night for me.— filed under Matrimony
Half 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.— filed under Life
Through the black night and driving rain A ship is struggling, all in vain, To live upon the stormy main ;- Miserere Domine!— filed under Xii
O there are Voices of the Past, Links of a broken chain, Wings that can bear me back to Times Which cannot come again; Yet God forbid that I should lose The echoes that remain!— filed under Patience
Longfellow's trans. 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.— filed under Sculpture
Grieve, O ye Autumn Winds! Summer lies low; The rose's trembling leaves will soon be shed, For she that loved her so, Alas! is dead, And one by one her loving children go.— filed under Sows
Do not cheat thy Heart and tell her, "Grief will pass away, Hope for fairer times in future, And forget to-day." Tell her, if you will, that sorrow Need not come in vain; Tell her that the lesson taught her Far outweighs the pain.— filed under Sorrow
Starry Crowns of Heaven Set in azure night! Linger yet a little Ere you hide your light:- Nay; let Starlight fade away, Heralding the day!— filed under Stars
O earliest singer! O care-charming bird! Married to morning, by a sweeter hymn Than priest e'er chanted from his cloister dim At midnight, -or veiled virgin's holier word At sunrise or the paler evening heard.— filed under Birds-Lark
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