Adelaide Anne Procter
Adelaide Anne Procter Poems
- Envy He was the first always: Fortune Shone bright in his...
- A Lost Chord SEATED one day at the Organ, I was weary ...
- A Woman’s Question BEFORE I trust my fate to thee, Or ...
- Fidelis You have taken back the promise That you spoke so ...
- Doubting Heart WHERE are the swallows fled? Frozen and ...
- Per Pacem Ad Lucem I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be ...
- The Requital LOUD roared the tempest, Fast fell the ...
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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He was the first always: Fortune
Shone bright in his face.
I fought for years; with no effort
He conquered the place:
We ran; my feet were all beeding,
But he won the race.
Spite of his many successes,
Men loved him the same;
My one pale ray of good fortune
Met scoffing and blame.
When we erred, they gave him pity,
But me -- only shame.
My home was still in the shadow,
His lay in the sun:
I longed in vain: what he asked for
It straightway was done.
Once I staked all my heart's treasure,
We played -- ...