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Adelaide Anne Procter was born on 30th October, 1825 at 25 Bedford Square in the Bloomsbury district of London. Her literary career began whilst still a teenager. Many of her poems were published by the great Charles Dickens in his periodicals Household Words and All the Year Round before being later published in book form. A voracious reader, Procter was largely self-taught, though she did study at Queen's College in Harley Street in 1850. Her interest in poetry grew from an early age. Procter published her first poem, Ministering Angels, while still a teenager in 1843. By 1853 she was submitting pieces to Dickens's Household Words under her pseudonym Mary Berwick, electing that this way her work would be judged for its own worth rather than on the friendship between her father and Dickens. Dickens didn’t learn of her true identity for over a year. Minstering Angels was to be the beginning of a long and mutually beneficial relationship of publishing in Dickens’ journals that would eventually reach 73 poems in House words together with a further 7 poems in All the Year Round, most of which were collected and later published into her first two volumes of poetry, both entitled Legends and Lyrics. Proctor was also the editor of the journal Victoria Regia, which became the showpiece of the Victoria Press, a venture hoping to promote the employment of women in all manner of trades and professions. Procter’s health failed in 1862. Dickens and others suggested that this illness was due to her extensive and exhausting schedule of charity work. An attempt to improve her health by taking a cure at Malvern failed. Adelaide Anne Proctor died on 3rd February 1864 of tuberculosis. She had been bed-ridden for almost a year. Procter was buried in Kensal Green Cemetery.
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The Poetry of Adelaide Anne Procter - Volume II - Adelaide Anne Procter
The Poetry of Adelaide Anne Proctor
Volume II
Adelaide Anne Procter was born on 30th October, 1825 at 25 Bedford Square in the Bloomsbury district of London. Her literary career began whilst still a teenager. Many of her poems were published by the great Charles Dickens in his periodicals Household Words and All the Year Round before being later published in book form.
A voracious reader, Procter was largely self-taught, though she did study at Queen's College in Harley Street in 1850. Her interest in poetry grew from an early age.
Procter published her first poem, Ministering Angels, while still a teenager in 1843.
By 1853 she was submitting pieces to Dickens's Household Words under her pseudonym Mary Berwick, electing that this way her work would be judged for its own worth rather than on the friendship between her father and Dickens. Dickens didn’t learn of her true identity for over a year.
Minstering Angels was to be the beginning of a long and mutually beneficial relationship of publishing in Dickens’ journals that would eventually reach 73 poems in House words together with a further 7 poems in All the Year Round, most of which were collected and later published into her first two volumes of poetry, both entitled Legends and Lyrics.
Proctor was also the editor of the journal Victoria Regia, which became the showpiece of the Victoria Press, a venture hoping to promote the employment of women in all manner of trades and professions.
Procter’s health failed in 1862. Dickens and others suggested that this illness was due to her extensive and exhausting schedule of charity work.
An attempt to improve her health by taking a cure at Malvern failed.
Adelaide Anne Proctor died on 3rd February 1864 of tuberculosis. She had been bed-ridden for almost a year. Procter was buried in Kensal Green Cemetery.
Index of Contents
The Tyrant and the Captive
The Carver’s Lesson
Three Roses
My Picture Gallery
Sent to Heaven
Never Again
Listening Angels
Philip and Mildred
Borrowed Thoughts
Light and Shade
A Changeling
Discouraged
If Thou Couldst Know
The Warrior to His Dead Bride
A Comforter
Unseen
A Remembrance of Autumn
Three Evenings in a Life
An Ideal
Our Dead
The Story of the Faithful Soul
A Contrast
The Bride’s Dream
The Angel’s Bidding
Evening Hymn
The Inner Chamber
Hearts
Two Loves
Past and Present
For the Future
Dream-Life
My Will
King and Slave
A Chant
Give Place
A New Mother
A Lost Chord
A Crown of Sorrow
A Shadow
A Parting
The Triumph of Time
A Little Longer
Thankfulness
Phantoms
The Golden Gate
Life in Death and Death in Life
The Peace of God
Wishes
Recollections
The Settlers
Pictures in the Fire
The Two Interpreters
Hours
Hush
Rest at Evening
Golden Words
True or False
A Retrospect
Over the Mountain
Envy
A Legend of Provence
Optimus
Maximus
Returned–Missing
(Five Years After)
The Requital
The Lesson of the War (1855)
A Love Token
A Tryst with Death
Fidelis
Incompleteness
A Legend of Bregenz
Sowing and Reaping
Give
My Journal
A Chain
The Pilgrims
Voices of the Past
The Dark Side
A First Sorrow
Murmurs
A Lament for the Summer
The Unknown Grave
Give Me Thy Heart
The Wayside Inn
Changes
Strive, Wait, and Pray
A Tomb in Ghent
The Angel of Death
The Cradle Song of the Poor
Be Strong
God’s Gifts
Shining Stars
Cleansing Fires
The Voice of the Wind
Treasures
Linger, Oh, Gentle Time
A Student
A Knight Errant
The Three Rulers
A Dead Past
A Doubting Heart
True Honours
A Woman’s Question
Friend Sorrow
My Picture
Judge Not
The Angel’s Story
A False Genius
Adelaide Anne Proctor – A Short Biography
Adelaide Anne Proctor – A Concise Bibliography
The Tyrant and the Captive
It was midnight when I listened,
And I heard two Voices speak;
One was harsh, and stern, and cruel,
And the other soft and weak:
Yet I saw no Vision enter,
And I heard no steps depart,
Of this Tyrant and his Captive, . . .
Fate it might be and a Heart.
Thus the stern Voice spake in triumph:—
"I have shut your life away
From the radiant world of nature,
And the perfumed light of day.
You, who loved to steep your spirit
In the charm of Earth’s delight,
See no glory of the daytime,
And no sweetness of the night."
But the soft Voice answered calmly:
"Nay, for when the March winds bring
Just a whisper to my window,
I can dream the rest of Spring;
And to-day I saw a Swallow
Flitting past my prison bars,
And my cell has just one corner
Whence at night I see the stars."
But its bitter taunt repeating,
Cried the harsh Voice:–"Where are they–
All the friends of former hours,
Who forget your name to-day?
All the links of love are shattered,
Which you thought so strong before;
And your very heart is lonely,
And alone since loved no more."
But the low Voice spoke still lower:–
"Nay, I know the golden chain
Of my love is purer, stronger,
For the cruel fire of pain:
They remember me no longer,
But I, grieving here alone,
Bind their souls to me for ever
By the love within their own."
But the Voice cried:- "Once remember
You devoted soul and mind
To the welfare of your brethren,
And the service of your kind.
Now, what sorrow can you comfort?
You, who lie in helpless pain,
With an impotent compassion
Fretting out your life in vain."
Nay;
and then the gentle answer
Rose more loud, and full, and clear:
"For the sake of all my brethren
I thank God that I am here!
Poor had been my Life’s best efforts,
Now I waste no thought or breath–
For the prayer of those who suffer
Has the strength of Love and Death."
The Carver’s Lesson
Trust me, no mere skill of subtle tracery,
No mere practice of a dexterous hand,
Will suffice, without a hidden spirit,
That we may, or may not, understand.
And those quaint old fragments that are left us
Have their power in this,–the Carver brought
Earnest care, and reverent patience, only
Worthily to clothe some noble thought.
Shut then in the petals of the flowers,
Round the stems of all the lilies twine,
Hide beneath each bird’s or angel’s pinion,
Some wise meaning or some thought divine.
Place in stony hands that pray for ever
Tender words of peace, and strive to wind
Round the leafy scrolls and fretted niches
Some true, loving message to your kind.
Some will praise, some blame, and, soon forgetting,
Come and go, nor even pause to gaze;
Only now and then a passing stranger
Just may loiter with a word of praise.
But I think, when years have floated onward,
And the stone is grey, and dim, and old,
And the hand forgotten that has carved it,
And the heart that dreamt it still and cold;
There may come some weary soul, o’erladen
With perplexed struggle in his brain,
Or, it may be, fretted with life’s turmoil,
Or made sore with some perpetual