O Love! What hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
Alfred Tennyson
I'll never love any but you, the morning song of the lark; I'll never love any but you, the nightingale's hymn in the dark.
You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.
O eyes long laid in happy sleep! O happy sleep, that lightly fled! O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep! O love, thy kiss would wake the dead!
sleep
He does not love me for my birth Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well, said Lady Clare.
birth worth
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
A mastiff dog May love a puppy cur for no more reason Than that the twain have been tied up together.
Love your enemy, bless your haters, said the Greatest of the great; Christian love among the Churches looked the twin of heathen hate.
Love will conquer at the last.
For nothing worthy proving can be proven, Nor yet disproven: wherefore thou be wise, Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith!
doubt faith
In our windy world What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.
faith
Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
trust faith
To persecute Makes a faith hated, and is furthermore No perfect witness of a perfect faith In him who persecutes.
Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; O, rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.
rest
My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
strength men
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