The words ‘far, far away’ had always a strange charm.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONWe are all a part of every person we have ever met.
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As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
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I can’t be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
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If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.
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Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
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Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
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The old order changes yielding place to new.
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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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Things seen are mightier than things heard.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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For love reflects the thing beloved.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
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And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
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Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
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