What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

Man is man, and master of his fate.

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.