Adelaide Anne Procter (October 30, 1825 – February 2, 1864), an English poet, was the eldest daughter of the poet Bryan Procter. In 1851, Procter became a Roman Catholic. She took much interest in social questions affecting women. She wrote the well-known songs Cleansing Fires and The Lost Chord, and among her many hymns are I do not ask, O Lord, that Life may be, and My God, I thank Thee who hast made. She began to contribute to Household Words in 1853 and adopted the name of "Mary Berwick," so that the editor, Charles Dickens, should not be prejudiced by his friendship for the Procters. Many of her poems were first published in Household Words and All the Year Round and afterwards collected under the title of Legends and Lyrics, of which many editions appeared.
the bread-knife ballad
A little child was sitting upon her mother's knee
and down her cheeks the bitter tears did flow...[read poem]
and down her cheeks the bitter tears did flow...
a pot of tea
You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam;
You watch it cloud, then settle amber...[read poem]
You watch it cloud, then settle amber...
a lost chord
SEATED one day at the Organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idl...[read poem]
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wandered idl...
the cremation of sam mcgee
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arc...[read poem]
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arc...
the march of the dead
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet!
We watched the troops returning, th...[read poem]
We watched the troops returning, th...
the rover
Oh, how good it is to be
Foot-loose and heart-free!
Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath...[read poem]
Foot-loose and heart-free!
Just my dog and pipe and I, underneath...
why dost thou shade thy lovely face?
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? Oh, why
Does that eclipsing hand so long deny
The sun...[read poem]
Does that eclipsing hand so long deny
The sun...
the law of the yukon
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain:
"Send not your foolish and feeble; s...[read poem]
"Send not your foolish and feeble; s...
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