‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.
We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
?The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour’d upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro’ with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.
I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.
Too much wit makes the world rotten.