Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
HopeSmiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'...
I am a part of all that I have met.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
Yet all experience is an arch wherethroughGleams that untraveled world whose margin fadesForever 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!
Brothers in Art: a friendship so complete
I came in haste with cursing breath,And heart of hardest steel;But when I saw thee cold in death,I felt as man should feel.For when I look upon that face,That cold, unheeding, frigid brown,Where neither rage nor fear has place,By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!
Dear as remembered kisses after death,And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'dOn lips that are for others; deep as love,Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
Thine are these orbs of light and shade;Thou madest Life in man and brute;Thou madest Death; and lo, thy footIs on the skull which thou hast made.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Come friends, it's not too late to seek a newer world.
the shell must break before the bird can fly.
O love, O fire! once he drewWith one long kiss my whole soul throughMy lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.