The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONTrust me not at all, or all in all.
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The quiet sense of something lost.
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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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All things human change.
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Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
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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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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
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Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
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This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
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I am a part of all that I have met.
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He makes no friend who never made a foe.
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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you. I could walk through my garden forever.
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Things seen are mightier than things heard.
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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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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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If you don’t concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
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Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
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Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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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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As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
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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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I can’t be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
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The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
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