‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
There’s no glory like those who save their country.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned
Not once or twice in our fair island-story,The path of duty was the way to glory.
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
I remainMistress of mine own self and mine own soul
A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be happier.’
Come friends, it’s not too late to seek a newer world.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?