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

Ring out the old ring in the new Ring happy bells across the snow.

The old order changeth yielding place to new.

God's finger touched him and he slept.

Sunset and evening star And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

I was born to other things.

There lives more faith in honest doubt Believe me than in half the creeds

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

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

There lives more faith in honest doubt Believe me than in half the creeds.

As the husband is the wife is.

For tho' from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.

I am a part of all that I have met.

The white flower of a blameless life.

'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go Come from the dying moon and blow Blow him again to me While my little one while my pretty one sleeps.

That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright - But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.'

Marriages are made in Heaven.

I chatter chatter as I flow To join the brimming river For men may come and men may go But I go on forever.

A life of nothing's nothing worth From that first nothing ere his birth To that last nothing under earth.

The war-drum throbb'd no longer and the battleflags were furl'd In the parliament of man the federation of the world.

Go little letter apace apace Fly Fly to the light in the valley below - Tell my wish to her dewy blue eye.

Break break break On thy cold gray stones O sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

Home they brought her warrior dead.

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Twilight and evening bell And after that the dark.

Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea!

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words like Nature half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

So many worlds so much to do So little done such things to be.