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Hope is our life when first our life grows clear, Hope and delight, scarce crossed by lines of fear: Yet the day comes when fain we would not hope-- But forasmuch as we with life must cope, Struggling with this and that--and who knows why? Hope will not give us up to certainty, But still must bide with us. - [Hope] Men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of defeat, and when it comes it turns out not to be what they meant, and other men have to fight for what they meant under another name. - [Fighting] The heart desires, The hand refrains, The Godhead fires, The soul attains. - inscribed on four pictures of Pygmalion and Galatea by Burne-Jones [Art] Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beat with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day. - Apology to The Earthly Paradise [Sleep] From out the throng and stress of lies, From out the painful noise of sighs, One voice of comfort seems to rise: "It is the meaner part that dies." - Comfort [Comfort] Forsooth, brethren, fellowship is heaven and lack of fellowship is hell; fellowship is life and lack of fellowship is death; and the deeds that ye do upon the earth, it is for fellowship's sake that ye do them. - Dream of John Ball (ch. IV) [Friendship] So spake those wary foes, fair friends in look, And so in words great gifts they gave and took, And had small profit, and small loss thereby. - Jason (bk. VIII, 379) [Words] Nor on one string are all life's jewels strung. - Life and Death of Jason (bk. 17, l, 1,170) [Life] Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the victory vain. Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky. - March (st. 1) [March] O thrush, your song is passing sweet, But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young. - Other Days [Thrushes]
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