Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

The greater man the greater courtesy.

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

Oh good gray head which all men knew!

The white flower of a blameless life.

The greater person is one of courtesy.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.

Shall love be blamed for want of faith?

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.

Better not be at all than not be noble.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

The thrall in person may be free in soul

Bible reading is an education in itself.

He is all fault who has no fault at all.

A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.

Faith is believing what we cannot prove.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.

He makes no friends who never made a foe.

Sweet is true love, though given in vain.

What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.

The old order changes yielding place to new.

All Life needs for life is possible to will.

Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

It is hard to wive and thrive both in a year.

Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.

Through the ages one increasing purpose runs.

the shell must break before the bird can fly.

There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.

Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.

The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.

Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.

We needs must love the highest when we see it.

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