All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord.
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Learn to labour and to wait.
Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.
Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
Dost thou know what a hero is? Why, a hero is as much as one should say, a hero.
In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the instrument has lost its strings, or is out of tune, it does not follow that the musician has lost his skill.
My Book and Heart Shall never part.
Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai.
The swallow is come! The swallow is come! O, fair are the seasons, and light Are the days that she brings, With her dusky wings, And her bosom snowy white!
I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left bare on every hand, As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.
When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.
The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems.
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame.
Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o’er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more.