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To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.
Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.
He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.
Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
The sin That neither God nor man can well forgive.
Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.
After-dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine.
There's no glory like those who save their country.
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
We are all a part of every person we have ever met.
A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.
Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.
The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.
The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.
The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.
And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.
Love is hurt with jar and fret; Love is made a vague regret.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.