Lord Alfred Tennyson

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield

I sometimes hold it half a sin, To put in words the grief I feel. For words, like nature, half reveal, And half conceal the soul within.

In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.
All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.

All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

O Love, O fire! Once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never loved at all.

Unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square.

We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.