'Tis the little rift within the lute - That by and by will make the music mute, And, ever widening, slowly silence all
Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Old men must die, or the word would grow moldy, would only breed the past...
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
Manners are not idle, but the fruit. Of loyal nature and of noble mind.
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law - Tho' Nature, red...
Authority forgets a dying king
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The...
Knowledge comes, but wisdom stays
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
Better not be at all than not be noble.
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing...
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
A day may sink or save a realm.
All experience is an arch where through gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for...
In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she...
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and...