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.
My strength has the strength of ten because my heart is pure.
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
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.
Jewels five-words long That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.
Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging flame.
As on this whirligig of Time We circle with the seasons.
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O sea And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me
I cannot rest from travel I will drink Life to the lees
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
Maybe the wildest dreams are but the needful preludes of the truth.
And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still
O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.