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.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONThe voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
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Attain the unattainable.
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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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God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
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Love is the only gold.
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
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Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
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Life is brief but love is LONG .
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The quiet sense of something lost.
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Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
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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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Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
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Trust me not at all, or all in all.
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All things human change.
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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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Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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