Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbeloving; Unless you can die when the dream is past- Oh, never call it loving!
That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.
One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.
Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.