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| Alfred Lord Tennyson
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. A day may sink or save a realm. A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies. A louse in the locks of literature. A smile abroad is often a scowl at home. A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times. After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam. All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move. And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men. Authority forgets a dying king. Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer. Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of Being slow. (from "In Memoriam") Be patient. Our Playwright may show in some
fifth act what this wild Drama means.Begins the scandal and the cry.Believe me, than in half the creeds. Better not be at all than not be noble. But over all things brooding slept the quiet sense of something lost. By blood a king, in heart a clown. By blood a king, in heart a clown.Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.Do we move ourselves, or are moved by an unseen hand
at a game that pushes us off from the board, and
others ever succeed?
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more. God's finger touched him, and he slept. Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts. He makes no friends who never made a foe. He never sold the truth to serve the hour, nor paltered with Eternal God for power. Here are cool mosses deep, and thro' the moss the ivies creep, and in the stream the long-leaved flower and from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
-Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it
will be happier.How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! as tho' to breathe were life! I am a part of all that I have seen. I cannot rest from travel, I will drink life to the lees. I chatter, chatter as I flow, to join the brimming river, for men may come and men may go, but I go on forever. I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair. I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time. I will take some savage woman,
She shall rear my dusky race.
If thou shouldst never see my face again, pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of. In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man. In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past. It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Love is the only gold.Man is the hunter; woman is his game.
The sleek and shining creatures of the chase,
We hunt them for the beauty of their skins;
They love us for it, and we ride them down.Maybe the wildest dreams are but the needful preludes of the truth.Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell. Men, at most, differ as heaven and earth;
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of
Wherefore, let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
My strength has the strength of ten because my heart is pure. No life that breathes with human breath has ever truly longed for death. No rock so hard but a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years. Noble six hundred!Oh that it were possible, after long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, around me once again. Ours not to reason why Ours but to do and die. Ring out the false, ring in the true. Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power. Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last. Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be. Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love. That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more, Too common! The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions. The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men. The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself. The woman is so hard upon the woman. There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds. There's no glory like those who save their country. To sleep I give my powers away; My will is bondsman to the dark. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Two aged men, that had been foes for life, met by a grave, and wept – and in those tears they washed away the memory of their strife; then wept again the loss of all those years. We cannot be kind to each other here for an hour; we whisper, and hint, and chuckle, and grin at a brother's shame. However we brave it out, we men are a little breed. What are men better than sheep or goats – That nourish a blind life within the brain. If knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer – Both for themselves and those who call them friend. What rights are those that dare not resist for them? When I have crost the bar.Who is wise in love, love most, say least. Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form. Will never come back to me.Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within. |
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