Life is brief but love is LONG .
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONAnd our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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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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My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
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And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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The old order changes yielding place to new.
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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
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Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
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For love reflects the thing beloved.
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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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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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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.
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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.
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God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
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In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
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More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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