Lord Alfred Tennyson

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,- These three alone lead life to sovereign power.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.

My strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure.

That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies; That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright; But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.

Ah, why Should life all labour be?

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