Attain the unattainable.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’ - Tithonus

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.