If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.— Alfred Lord Tennyson
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'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
I can't sleep without knowing there's hope.
Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait."
the shell must break before the bird can fly.
I am a part of all that I have met.
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
God gives us love! Something to love He lends us;
but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
Love is the only gold.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.
It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
But for the unquiet heart and brain A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.
Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.
So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Men may rise on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things.
Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
No man ever got very high by pulling other people down.
The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who work with him. Don't knock your friends. Don't knock your enemies. Don't knock yourself.
All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.