The last great Englishman is low.
Attain the unattainable.
Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.