My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONI remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own 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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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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Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
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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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For love reflects the thing beloved.
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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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So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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Love is the only gold.
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We are all a part of every person we have ever met.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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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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Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
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And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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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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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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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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I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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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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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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Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
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