Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.
The old order changeth, yielding place to new.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
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.
The white flower of a blameless life.
'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.
Marriages are made in Heaven.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
The war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd In the parliament of man, the federation of the world.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence, but in the mastery, of his passions.
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.
