A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.
For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice rise like a fountain for me night and day.
And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit’s inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone.
A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
We needs must love the highest when we see it.
The mirror crack’d from side to side “The curse has come upon me,” cried The Lady of Shalott.
In words, like weeds, I’ll wrap me o’er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold.
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever 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!
For always roaming with a hungry heart.
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
That which we are, we are.
I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
The quiet sense of something lost.
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.