A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.

A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.

Either sex alone is half itself.

O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.