All things human change.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONI can’t be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
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Love will conquer at the last.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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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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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
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Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
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I sometimes find it half a sin, to put to words the grief I feel, For words like nature, half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.
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Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
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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.
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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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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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I am a part of all that I have met.
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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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The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
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I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
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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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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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The shell must break before the bird can fly.
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I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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Trust me not at all, or all in all.
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