Alfred Lord Tennyson

Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

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

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

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.

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

Better not be at all than not be noble.

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads,_x000D_ _x000D_ Rising thro' the mellow shade,_x000D_ _x000D_ Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies,_x000D_ _x000D_ Tangled in a silver braid.

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

For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.

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

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.