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This thou perceivest, which
makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou
must leave ere long
Shakespeare, Sonnet 73
Either man's work or his own
gifts. Who best
Bears his mild yoke, they
serve him best.
John Milton, On His Blindness
I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night
John Milton, On His Deceased Wife
I'm truly sorry man's
dominion
Has broken Nature's social
union
Robert Burns, To a Mouse
The best-laid schemes o'
mice an' men
Gang aft agley
Robert Burns, To a Mouse
Toiling,-rejoicing,-sorrowing
Onward through life he goes
Henry W. Longfellow, The Village Blacksmith
Thus at the flaming forge of
life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Henry Longfellow, The Village Blacksmith
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler
than the last
Oliver Wendell Holmes,
The Chambered Nautilus
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Charge of the Light Brigade
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Charge of the Light Brigade
I hope to see my Pilot face
to face
When I have crossed the bar
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Crossing the Bar
My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,-the
achieve of, the mastery of
the thing!
Gerard Manley Hopkins
The Windhover
sheer plod makes plough down sillion shine
Gerard Manley Hopkins
The Windhover
Though I've belted you and
flayed you,
By the living Gawd that made
you,
You're a better man than I
am, Gunga Din!
Rudyard Kipling