Virtue - to be good and just - Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell. - The Vision of Sin

I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within,

The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.

If you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King-- Else, wherefore born?

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.

Love is the only gold.

Shall love be blamed for want of faith?

I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait.

So runs my dream, but what am I? An infant crying in the night An infant crying for the light And with no language but a cry.

More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

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

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.

For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but on the mastery of his passions.

So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not

Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight

Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.

It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.

Come friends, it's not too late to seek a newer world.

Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die

The quiet sense of something lost

There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.

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.

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

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

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.

I remain Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

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

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'...

I am a part of all that I have met.

I will drink life to the lees.

A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.

Sometimes the heart sees what's invisible to the eye.