So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONIn time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
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The words ‘far, far away’ had always a strange charm.
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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
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Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
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In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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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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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
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Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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Attain the unattainable.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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Trust me not at all, or all in all.
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Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
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He makes no friend who never made a foe.
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