Adelaide Anne Procter

(30 October 1825 – 2 February 1864 / London)

Adelaide Anne Procter
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She was the eldest daughter of the poet Bryan Waller Procter ("Barry Cornwall") and Anne Benson Skepper. As a child Adelaide showed precocious intelligence. She attained considerable proficiency in French, German, and Italian, as well as in music and drawing, and she was a great reader. Brought up in surroundings favourable to the development of literary leanings, she began to write verses at an early age, and at eighteen contributed to the "Book of Beauty".

In 1851, she and two of her sisters became Catholics without, apparently, any disturbance of the harmonious relations of the domestic circle. In 1853, under the pseudonym of "Mary Berwick", she ... more »

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  • Rookie Skip Morgan (12/19/2012 3:48:00 AM)

    Hello!

    I enjoy your website very much. I wanted to notify you of an omission in the poem MY GOD, I THANK THEE THOU HAST MADE. The 4th line in the 3rd section should read That thorns remain If you read the poem, it is obvious that there is no proper rhyme in this section without this phrase. Thank you, Skip Morgan

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A Lost Chord

SEATED one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idly
Over the noisy keys.

I do not know what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then ;
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great Amen.

It flooded the crimson twilight,
Like the close of an Angel's Psalm,
And it lay on my fevered spirit
With a touch of infinite calm.

It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love overcoming strife ;
It seemed the harmonious echo
From our discordant life.

It linked all ...

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