Birds in the high Hall-garden When twilight was falling, Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud, They were crying and calling.
Pray God our greatness may not fail Thro' craven fears of being great.
Ring in the valiant man and free the larger heart, the kindlier hand Ring out the darkness of the land, ring in the Christ that is to be
And curving a contumelious,Gorgonized me from head to foot,With a stony British stare
My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure
But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels
Our island home Is far beyond the wave we will no longer roam.
A land of streams some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go.
Come, my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Come, my friends,'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.Push off, and sitting well in order smiteThe sounding furrows for my purpose holdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and the bathsOf all the western stars, until I die.
Theirs is not to make reply Theirs is not to reason why Theirs is but to do and die.
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.
My strength has the strength of ten because my heart is pure.
Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
Forgive How many will say, ''forgive,'' and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer
I am a part of all that I have seen.
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.
This gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Great in council and great in war, Foremost captain of his time.