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And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.
Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.
The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.
In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
I heard no longer The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.
Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.
His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.
All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
Not once or twice in our rough island story, The path of duty was the way to glory.
Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.
Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers; Unfaith is aught is want of faith in all.
The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.
That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.
As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.
I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long
The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott
To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead life to sovereign power.
A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.
Yet is there one true line, the pearl of pearls: Man dreams of Fame while woman wakes to love.
Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.
Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?