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Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
: In Memoriam
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
He makes no friend who never made a foe.: The Idylls of the King
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
'Tis only noble to be good.
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
: In Memoriam
Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others.
: The Princess
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
: In Memoriam
Nature, red in tooth and claw.: In Memoriam
I chatter, chatter, as I flow,
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
Deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
: The Princess
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
If thou shouldst never see my face again,
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of.
: The Idylls of the King
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,
These three alone lead life to sovereign power.
Every moment dies a man,
Every moment one is born.
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown.
: Maud
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees.