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Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.

My religious beliefs also defied convention, leaning towards agnosticism and pandeism.

The year is dying in the night.

I fain would follow love, if that could be;
I needs must follow death, who calls for me;
Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

Authority forgets a dying king

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

fairy changeling lay the mage;

The old order changes, giving place to the new... least on good custom should corrupts the world.

Time...a maniac scattering dust.

The children born of thee are sword and fire,
Red ruin, and the breaking up of laws,

Let us hush this cry of 'Forward', till ten thousand years have gone.

He makes no friends who never made a foe.

the deep moans round with many voices.

There's not to reason why,
There's but to do and die

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Nature, red in tooth and claw.

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

Seal'd her minefrom her first sweet breath
Mine, and mine by right, from birth till death
Mine, mine-our fathers have sworn.

Love is the only gold.

Know ye not then the Riddling of the Bards?
Confusion, and illusion, and relation,
Elusion, and occasion, and evasion?

No sword
Of wrath her right arm whirl'd,
But one poor poet's scroll, and with his word
She shook the world.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

Shall love be blamed for want of faith?

A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Brothers in Art: a friendship so complete

I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.

O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each,
That bright and fierce and fickle is the South,
And dark and true and tender is the North.

Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell.

But though we love kind Peace so well,
We dare not even by silence sanction lies.

Then some one said, "We will return no more";
And all at once they sang, "Our island home
Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.

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

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

I had liefer twenty years/Skip to the broken music of my brains/Than any broken music thou canst make.

God gives us Love, something to love, God lends us.

Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die: Into

The quiet sense of something lost

A louse in the locks of literature.

Above,the fair hall-ceiling stately set Many an arch high up did lift,And angels rising and descending met With interchange of gift.

That which we are, we are.

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

And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shallot.

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

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

Forerun thy peers, thy time, and let
Thy feet, millenniums hence, be set
In midst of knowledge, dream'd not yet.

We needs must love the highest when we see it.

Ah Maud, you milk-white fawn, you are all unmeet for a wife.

I am a part of all that I have met.

.... yet all experience is an arc, where through gleams the untraveled world, whose margin fades forever, and forever as I move...

I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair'd shadow roaming like a dream.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

The seasons bring the flower again, And bring the firstling to the flock; And in the dusk of thee the clock Beats out the little lives of men

I will drink life to the lees.

Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone

We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
"Ulysses" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

To many-towered Camelot

Yet I thought I saw her stand,
A shadow there at my feet,
High over the shadowy land.

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.