Half the night I waste in sighs,Half in dreams I sorrow afterThe delight of early skies;In a wakeful dose I sorrowFor the hand, the lips, the eyes,For the meeting of the morrow,The delight of happy...

Wearing all that weight of learning like a flower.

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

There has fallen a splendid tearFrom the passion-flower at the gate.She is coming, my dove, my dear;She is coming, my life, my fate.The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”And the white rose...

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.

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

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

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

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

There’s no glory like those who save their country.

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...

No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not work those who who work with him. Don’t knock your friends....

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Though much is taken, much abides; and thoughWe are not now that strength which in old daysMoved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;One equal temper of heroic hearts,Made weak by time and...

Behold, we know not anything;I can but trust that good shall fallAt last — far off — at last, to all,And every winter change to spring.

God’s finger touched him, and he slept.

On either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And through the field the road runs byTo many-towered Camelot.

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.

Authority forgets a dying king.

HopeSmiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’…

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

All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.

Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

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

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

Not once or twice in our fair island-story,The path of duty was the way to glory.

I am a part of all that I have met.

There rolls the deep where grew the treeO earth, what changes hast thou seen!There where the long street roars hath been.The stillness of the central sea.

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.

A day may sink or save a realm.

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

Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be happier.’

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

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

Forgive my grief for one removedThy creature whom I found so fairI trust he lives in Thee and thereI find him worthier to be loved.

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

In Memoriam A.H.H. Section 5I sometimes hold it half a sinTo put in words the grief I feel;For words, like Nature, half revealAnd half conceal the Soul within.But, for the unquiet heart and brain,A use...

Praise to our Indian brothers, and the dark face have his due!Thanks to the kindly dark faces who fought with us, faithful and few,Fought with the bravest among us, and drove them, and smote them,...

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

Splendid is the flower.” Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed;...

the shell must break before the bird can fly.

The OakLive thy Life, Young and old,Like yon oak,Bright in spring, Living gold;Summer-rich Then; and thenAutumn-changedSoberer-hued Gold again.All his leaves Fall’n at length,Look, he stands,Trunk and bough Naked strength.

Ring out the false, ring in the true.