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Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'

I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.

It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,-the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,-Nature's good And God's.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It's like those eerie stories nurses tell, Of how some actor on a stage played Death, With pasteboard crown, sham orb and tinselled dart, And called himself the monarch of the world; Then, going in the tire-room afterward, Because the play was done, to shift himself, Got touched upon the sleeve familiarly, The moment he had shut the closet door, By Death himself. Thus God might touch a Pope At unawares, ask what his baubles mean, And whose part he presumed to play just now. Best be yourself, imperial, plain and true!

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.

I write from a thorough conviction that it is the duty of me, and with the belief that, after every drawback and shortcoming, I do my best, all things considered--that is for me, and, so being, the not being listened to by one human creature would, I hope, in nowise affect me.

Life is an empty dream.

Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.

Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

Lofty designs must close in like effects.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.

Love is energy of life.

Love is the energy of life.

Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!

Make us happy and you make us good.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at the end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.

Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?

Never the time and the place And the loved one all together.

No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers, The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.

No work begun shall ever pause for death.

Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.

Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

Once more on my adventure brave and new.

One and all We lend an ear-nay, Science takes thereto- Encourages the meanest who has racked Nature until he gains from her some fact, To state what truth is from his point of view, Mere pin-point though it be: since many such Conduce to make a whole, she bids our friend Come forward unabashed and haply lend His little life-experience to our much Of modern knowledge.

O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.